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April 15, 2015

Anxiously Awaits, or The Storm Beyond the Horizon

Clouds gather, angels flap and fly away; a sweet old lady wonders “Oh dear, a storm is on its way.” A storm is on its way, always in some state of advance. That’s the trouble. The storm itself is just a chance for rain. Lightning explodes at the periphery. Inside lights flicker, everything shudders with Continue reading

Poetry

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April 14, 2015

A Very Small Thing

A small thing, it was, a very small thing, no bigger than a marble, and about the same feel in the hand. “Let me see it!” she shrieked, she his sister, the ever present she. He hesitated, after all he had found it, noticed it sitting there in the grass, a pin prick of shadow Continue reading

Short Stories

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April 14, 2015

Ignorant of the Highs, or The Moon’s Dirty Trick

The tide has fallen. I missed its rise, was ignorant of its retreat, but I feel its ebb. I know only of its heights by the high water line, higher than I now sit. I wonder did the tide carry me gently, floating, still on its surface cradled in its motherly caress, or was I Continue reading

Poetry

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Anxiously Awaits, or The Storm Beyond the Horizon

A Very Small Thing

Ignorant of the Highs, or The Moon’s Dirty Trick

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