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Monthly Archives: October 2018

Of Silence

One is warm and welcoming
It speaks of comfort
Of understanding and love

One is chill and frightening
It speaks of danger
Of strange presences and hatred

Is it the air? The lights or scents?
Or is it a sense of the soul?
Imagination run riot?
Or an edge that keeps you whole?

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6 Word Short Story: Remembering

Two extraordinarily depressing words: “used to.”


Deprived of Tinder

A circle long doused.
Among the sodden cinders
Lurks a spark,
Strong and steady,
Deprived of tinder:
Unquenchable


Bite after Bite

Bite after bite
Of tasteless, worthless hatred
Stuffed into the mouth
By cold, callous hands.
Over-sated and un-pleasured,
The stomach screams.
But those unflinching hands
Shovel on.


6 Word Short Story: Truth

Truth. Science is mine. And yours.


Constantly Recording

Constantly recording, whatever your will,
The body learns: sights, sounds, and smells.
From whatever makes you ill.
Pain of body, mind, and heart lives on
Far past the time it should.
Brought back by sights or sounds or smells
The body learned for good.


Shine on

Lifted by the breeze
Reflected in the fire
Shine on simple soul


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