Clouds of fire, mountains of mystery.
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Ancient Secrets (a 6-word story)
Great Unknown (a poem)
can you picture God?
it’s better you don’t
we call him by a masculine name
but maybe he’s genderless
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Infinite (a 6-word story)
Live Forever (a poem)
Crossing Over (a 6-word story)
Primordial (a poem)
I am the tramp who wanders American backroads
I am the immigrant who seeks asylum but is denied entry
I am the fool who cries at the drug rehab
I am the fortunate son who squanders wealth
I am the bus driver who drives the Greyhound off the cliff
I am the night-storm that terrorizes the Midwest
I am the space-dust that destroys satellites
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Door to the Otherworld (a photo)
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Yellow Moons (a poem)
be careful, son
don’t delve into
too much mystery
it’ll consume you
pray to yellow moons
inky-black skies
howling wolves
green wilderness
cycles of rebirth
summer turns to autumn
the land sustains us
be careful, son
& brave
(Photo by Izabelle Acheson on Unsplash)
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Dreamland (a poem)
just before slumber
there’s a moment between
dream & wakefulness
a hazy realm
eyes closed
your smelly dog
at the foot of the bed, growling
the moment happens
in milliseconds
you fall into dreamland
shifting sands
awake to sunlight
peering through heavy curtains
a new day – but
are you still in dream?
this whole thing may not
be what it seems
(Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash)
