Short Stories The flame Jon Hillenbrand, November 27, 2016October 17, 2019 The boy looked upon the candle as it continued to melt the flame slowly dying. He held it as if he were holding small child or an injured bird.
Eden Before the Fall Series Out of the Valley Jon Hillenbrand, December 29, 2015October 16, 2019 Adam looked at the blue light that filled the valley before the sun had fully risen. Walking along the river bank sinking his muddy feet into the cold wet sand, he stepped on a long stick. It was his old fishing rod which he had neglected as of recent. He picked it…
Poetry Girl from the pond – a short story Jon Hillenbrand, July 11, 2012December 30, 2015 There I stood looking upon the pond. And before me arose a mist from the shimmering surface like gold leaf on an Egyptian statue. Across the mist there arose a gentle bird whose wings spread across the water and sent ripples across the pond. The fish rose up to meet…
Poetry Smear Jon Hillenbrand, July 1, 2012December 30, 2015 I wouldn’t change a thing about you. It would change the skipping of the record and labotomize us both…then we could share an IV bottle together, honey nectar for veinous rivers. Path forward, through the universes, chopping with my fingers through the literal weeds. You’re a sunlit green and black…
Poetry Online Dating Girl Jon Hillenbrand, June 21, 2012December 30, 2015 An open poem to the online dating girl You are showered by messages From every perverted minnow Nibbling at your fingers Like sperm at the shell Of an unperturbed egg. I imagine your ten sets of eyes Gazing my way across a library Or bar Or quad Or hiking trip…
Photography Amazing Women Jon Hillenbrand, August 5, 2011October 17, 2019 LOOKING NOT FINDING Looking online for someone to date is like shopping for a car. Too old, too young, wrong color, wrong features, looks like high-maintenance hotness, looks perfect but the seller won’t contact me back, etc. The good thing about shopping online for someone to date is when…
Photography The Mystery of the Exploding Girl Jon Hillenbrand, October 24, 2010October 17, 2019 I can’t think of anything to write about tonight so I am just going to start writing and see if anything comes out of my head in opposition to my writer’s block. Maybe I should simply describe the above photo. I took this shot back in 2005. It was a…
Poetry The Red Doorway Jon Hillenbrand, May 12, 2010December 30, 2015 The red door dustily banged open temporarily scrubbing the dirty grout of the men’s conversation. She paused there in the opening, a sudden wind taking its cue to wrap around her silken form the particles of the failing daylight. Her swollen pout threw daggers at the men, her final words a