The New America
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There were a million things he had wanted to say, and still he said nothing. Each word rolled around in his mind as though they were waves tossed upon cliffs at the edge of a shore. It was not strength he lacked to vocalize the thoughts within him. Instead, it was necessity that fueled his silence. There were a great many things that needed to be said, but neither voice nor any sound came from him. His eyes were buried deep into his soul, and the browns and whites revealed nothing more than sympathy for their witness. His full-bodied mouth held a thousand untold kisses, but did not part to show a smile. In all of his face he seemed to share love and pity, but none being the greater…
Behind the man the woman could see the city lights twinkling small and luminous like the tiny stars that rested high above them. Yet still, no matter how many times she found herself gazing far into the distance of darkness and light, the man’s deep eyes always pulled her back in and away from the known world. She neither found herself afraid or at peace, but somehow both emotions intertwined like vines and caused her body to shake with the cold that draped itself around her. From out of the dark a beast howled a lonely cry, and it was answered by an old owl softly repeating ‘who’…
He couldn’t say where it came from, but it came to him nevertheless. That was the way it had always happened, and again the time became now and alive. Sometimes that is how it has to happen, no matter where the end may lie. Still, it all came to him like a thick fog rolling across a deserted bay, and he was oblivious as to why.
He began hating himself for wanting all this time to make her say the words of apology; and, he finally knew that words could never mean as much as he wanted them to.
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When we are young children we believe everything will last and remain. It is only when we grow to adults that we come to realize our fault in not understanding that things change and fade with the passing of time.
The New America is a place that has already been discovered by humankind, but its vastness cannot be measured; the exploration of the novel domain can, however, reveal a newer, truer thing than before, or what has already been abandoned by another.
The strange New America is within us all and with each thought- old and new, foreign and domestic- a greater force it becomes, uniting all of mankind into one glorious unity of similarity and peace. In the end the New America will either be our great and terrible Wasteland, or our final return to
About the Author
CG Fewston is an international writer/university professor who currently holds a post as Visiting Fellow in the English department at City University of Hong Kong. CG Fewston earned an M.A. in Literature with honors from Stony Brook University, and an M.F.A. in Creative Writing and Fiction from Southern New Hampshire University, where he had the chance to work with wonderful and talented novelists like Richard Adams Carey (author of Their Town, forthcoming in 2015; and, The Philosopher Fish, 2006) and Jessica Anthony (author of Chopsticks, 2012; and, The Convalescent, 2010) as well as New York Times Best-Selling novelists Matt Bondurant (author of The Night Swimmer, 2012; and, The Wettest County in the World, 2009, made famous in the movie Lawless, 2012) and Wiley Cash (author of A Land More Kind Than Home, 2013; and, This Dark Road to Mercy, 2014). Among many others, CG Fewston’s stories, photographs and essays have appeared in Bohemia, Ginosko Literary Journal, Tendril Literary Magazine, Driftwood Press, The Missing Slate, Foliate Oak Magazine, The Writer's Drawer, Moonlit Road, Nature Writing, and Travelmag: The Independent Spirit; and for several years he was a contributor to Vietnam’s national premier English newspaper, Tuoi Tre, ''The Youth Newspaper.'' You can read more about CG Fewston and his writing at www.cgfewston.me His new novel, A TIME TO LOVE IN TEHRAN, will be published in 2015.