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Our sun was dying.Most of us stayed behindto slowly die with it.But a few booked passageon space ships,with no particular destination,no plan in mind,other to extend our livesin relative comfort,for as long as our fuel lasted. That we have landed hereis sheer happenstance.We are not tourists.We are not an invadingContinue Reading

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Maroon red, lilac purple, amber gold.Aurora colors on the swooping wingsOf fragile butterflies. It jumps from leafTo leaf and flashes its grand wings to watchers.A beautiful bright view, the watchers say. If only their eyes shifted to the side:A moth with dull greyed wings sits on a wall.It is theContinue Reading

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Many have questioned,in dream and in trance,Whence the first woman, whence the first man,Whence came the people, who live on this land? Fated humans sprang from Ash and from Elm.Hard and soft driftwood, of little worth,tested by the older-gods at birth,opposites joined, together ignite. The Mother gave them the breathContinue Reading

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Once upon a time,the sun turned its cheek to a bright red.It blushed,and with it the glimmer of sunlight disappeared.The stream kept flowing,even though there is no one to shine against its hard work. After tireless more twirls of the sun,the stream was rewarded with the most majestic creature;a dragon.DespiteContinue Reading

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The red dragon climbs,wings unfurled,flapping, snapping, tautlike sails catching a sudden squall,soaring toward the sun. The raptor, breath scorching,screeches her mating call.Molting, armor shredded,purging, new skin glisteningeach year at Lupercalia. Dragon scales, forged of fire,pointed red hearts,languidly falling, dillydallydrifting through wispy cirrus cloudssouls searching for a home. Ardor dissipated, aContinue Reading

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Summer: a sticky day that melts the old pagesoff the flimsy, withering leather booksin the Lynchburg Public Library. A season wherethe only refuge –the air conditioned hallways.Inside: a child scurries to the counter,holding a pile of children’s books,lopsided and of a multitude of shapes and sizes. Like childrens’books are.The stackContinue Reading

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from a report dated Thursday, March 20, 1355 (after Vespers) And then one astrologerone past night discovered a starbirth another star that grewto part the clouds, spin, and dropbeyond the village swamp: “I found nothing therewith smoke plumeing outof nothing above me. Somethingbarbaric bleated or shriekedas I whimpered my riteContinue Reading

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The sun rises from the East.Time passes with every second and makes up a day.We like to rely on what we seeand pretendto understand where we are.Stars shine bright in the sky like specks of dust.Spots light up,and galaxies swirl like a kindergarten girl being chasedaround the playground.The orbs makeContinue Reading

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upstairs in my memorylives a room so darkit absorbs the planetlooking like there’s nosoul behind them,a shadow puddle ofnothingnessstands unscrambled.floating around like airfirstly glory appears &doomcomes after solstice& my soul never growsnice aftermath wintersbut i feel the loss ofcherry blossomsso find me in time& existenceembracing the flowersthat dreamt ofthe moonContinue Reading

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Once, there were, before ancestorswere, no rainbows and all colorsflowed the river upstream, below,in slime, life evolved to death, to tadpoles, with no knowledgeof land, swimming between colorfulstrands, then the hard rain, colorsstained the land, tadpoles walked, with hesitance, through a mireof colors, stained their toesand torsos and heads, chameleons,blendedContinue Reading