The problem with sorting out
These probabilities is that
I’ve excluded serendipity
Sometimes, there’s no way
To explain the random chance
Of meeting long-lost loves
Crowded together on street corners
Serendipity (a poem)
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Holy Endeavor (a poem)
There’s a battle going on
Inside the minds of men
Some of us are pawns
Some of us are kings
The battle is eternal
A duality of dark and light
On earth it’s a rehearsal
For the glory of the afterlife
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Grains of Sand (a poem)
At the end of the rope, there’s hope
Is what the flame-eyed man said
On the edge of the homeless shelter bed
He’d seen it all, he explained, and each
Of us is a grain of sand in an expanding
Universe that’s interconnected
All a string in a vast spider web
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The Unraveling (a haibun)
Just another day in the nightmare landscape, the rugged rocky hills, and the prophet by my side. We climbed day and night, meeting with the sages and thieves in their torn rags, who gave us water to drink and food for our souls.
We are on a spiritual journey to discover who killed the Master of the Universe. It was the defining crime of our era, and perhaps all of humanity. When the bullet exploded through his head, spraying the cabin room with blood, brain, and sinew, the gaping chasm in the center of the Universe killed half the population.
The prophet looks up
The sky turns blood red and hot
We run to the cave
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Collapse (a 6-word story)
Mind of the Universe (graphic art)
