Recently, I had a short story accepted for publication in Brink Magazine. The title comes from an actual location in Northwest Ohio, a park where I would go and sit and contemplate the future direction of my life. A person can feel the history vibrating in almost every blade of grass that sways in the sudden gusts of wind. I found the place calming and grounding, a reminder that human beings and all of our overwhelming troubles will pass away all too quickly. And so, the land waits. It has endured generations of war, hatred, disease, love, greed--and it sits as if to out wait us all. There are no words in such places, only feelings. This story translates the things I felt whenever I stood by the statue and looked out at the trees, the river, and the grey autumn sky.
Here is a link to Brink Magazine: