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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