Lark Hanshan

Joined August 2022

58 stories

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A quiet West Coast observer. Writing a sentence onto a blank page and letting what comes next do what it must.

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Shore
Slowly, tilting with the tide, I lay out on a tiny dory. Lowering my fingers into ripples. Endless seems the blue above,
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Poets
Displacement. Top Story - November 2024.
The river ran backwards on the day the queen vanished. It had been the worst day of Iver Puck’s life. He remembered it like it was yesterday. The disappearance of the sovereign had changed many things, but the changing course of the water was what had altered his life forever.
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Fiction
Phaser
The neon sensors roared alive for the thirty-first time. “Doc, hold on – it’s not moving.” #20 panted. He pressed himself into the corner of the cage as tightly as he could, as though he could somehow push himself through to freedom. In his ears a symphony of blood sang in chorus with the racing of his little heart.
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Fiction
Winding to a close
So sighs the August heat In its dance it Lingers between swaying grasses, Eases past the old porch swing, Nestles itself around the toiling gardener,
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Poets
Wind, whisper
Serenity In Letting what is, be Ending detachment to light, and sound, Not letting oneself Clutch, climb, clamber for logic in an ever-evolving world
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Poets
Back, forth. Top Story - August 2024.
Settle in, my little sweetheart Idle your drowsy, sleepy mind Let me rock you in my arms, back, forth, back, forth Even the busiest of bees needs to rest after a busy day of being a bee, back, forth
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Poets
Seawater
I ducked beneath whirring helicopter blades and shook my head at an advancing officer, indicating I couldn’t hear his shouts of welcome through the din. We hastened together from the helipad as I reached him, and I pulled the PPE out of my ears and stowed them in my pocket, adjusting my pack with a sharp shake of my shoulders.
By Lark Hanshanabout a year ago in Fiction
Being The 'What'
In the silence of a day off, I wondered to myself: What do you look up to? I learned young that it was less the question of “who” one looked up to that mattered.
By Lark Hanshan2 years ago in Humans
Blossoms Besotted
The wisteria tree nestled into the western shade of a grove left long untended, was laden heavily with the works of spring, ripened during those fine, clear and warmly spent hours beneath promising blue skies the season used dotingly, lavishly, lovingly.
By Lark Hanshan2 years ago in Fiction
Fireforged. Top Story - March 2024.
My dragon is the woman with black ringlet curls, freckles tracing constellations over her warm skin. She laughs uninhibitedly at the Minions from Despicable Me, enough that you can’t keep yourself from laughing with her, and is never far from a cup of coffee. If you’re ever worried, her top three answers are to pray, drink water, and just don’t worry. Things are going to turn out the way they’re going to turn out, and they will be okay.
By Lark Hanshan2 years ago in Writers
Open Water. Content Warning.
The landlady opens the front door to the eighties’ brown bungalow on the third knock. She swings it half-open and jams her foot in the space between to stop a gnarled tabby from slinking out into the street.
By Lark Hanshan2 years ago in Fiction
Motherwillow
A sigh she is, trickling fronds over the lilies white By the brook she stands, a figure lean and slight Can you hear the breath of her, her whispers in the wind?
By Lark Hanshan2 years ago in Poets