An artist living with his family in a beach house gets told by his wife that she wants a divorce. He goes through a symbolic breakdown in the process.

There’s Bach in the bark covered limbs of the trees and Beethoven in the hummed hymns of the bees and the little birds sitting on telephone wires

Juat when he thought it was all over. A short in 600 words.

I saw two little butterflies at war. “Dear me”, I asked, “What are you fighting for?”. They told me they both loved the same bright daisy and love, clearly, had driven them quite crazy

The perils of lizardry

The end of a war fueled by religious hatred

You can look up anything on the net, but you can't find the things that are in your head all the time, the monstrous, amorphous shifting of your soul.