This week, more original poetry from Diane Havens, new contributor Jay Gould is back again, another small bit of surreal microfiction from Ficly.com and of course, Tom Jones. Enjoy!
A Mountain, by Diane Havens
Read by Diane Havens
Another from my collection WITHOUT MAKEUP. Mountains are usually silent, but I heard this one.
Read by Xe Sands
After “Oh-So-Real-Me” and “What a Crumbling Mask,” comes “Trapped,” the third (and perhaps final?) segment from a little series over on Ficly.com.
I think we’re talking Icarus here…but this piece, perhaps even more than the one before, gets at the larger question of whose needs and desires are more valid: those who want to retain, or those who wish to leave.
I still don’t have an answer, although of course I know what I would, in fact have, said to those who wish to leave: “Please don’t? Please.”
Image credit: debaird, CC BY-SA 2.0)
A Clear Midnight, byWalt Whitman
Read by Jay Gould
Tom Jones, Book VII, Chapter 13, by Henry Fielding
Read by Mark Turetsky
Book 7 Chapter 14 of Tom Jones.
This is part of an ongoing project in which I will record and post one chapter per week of Henry Fielding’s Tom Jones over the course of four years.
This week’s chapter contains a spooky ghost story! Well, no, not really. In fact, it features Tom being mistaken for a ghost. He’s pale, covered in blood, carrying a candle and a sword and calling out “Northerton!” Also, the clock has just struck midnight, so you can understand why he’d been mistaken for a ghost.