Dust and Sparkle
When dust sleeps it dreams of becoming sparkle. That's what we were, all smiles in the morning sunlight.
By the afternoon, words were left for everyone else; we could hear each other thinking.
I left each day knowing who she was, a gift for the lonely road. By night the booze would
take and I could hear the crackling of burning photographs.
A woman would stand before me, making accusations underneath the fire of blue eyes. Or so I thought it was a woman.
Brent Lucia was born and raised in Massachusetts but has been living in New York City for the past ten years. Brent is currently an adjunct lecturer at City College of New York and has been teaching both literature and writing courses for the past four years. Last fall, his short story "Lady in The Albatross" was published in the online journal, Danse Macabre Du Jour. In the spring of 2012 his short story entitled "Dirty Branches" was published in the Promethean Literary Journal.