Category: Prose

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Repeat

This is the situation. It’s dark and cloudy. You can’t tell if that smoke is from the burning trash or from your lungs. You’re trying to rush and you don’t know why your feet won’t obey. Obey whom? You don’t know that either. You don’t know who’s in charge. Just that you aren’t. Somewhere in the darkness a match lights. The smoke thickens. Stars … Read More Repeat

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The Cycle of Death

  A raspy cry pierced eerie silence Whispering for water. A ragged hand, a cursed claw Clutched cold sons and daughters. The land was dry, the storehouse bare The last ooze of livestock’s breath. But a few remain to tell the tale Of Trickster’s reign as Death.   There had never been a Sunday like this one. A fateful Sunday in the boughs of … Read More The Cycle of Death

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Contemplating Sunlight

I am a vagabond, going about in a vagabond way from the fly-away ponytail to the scaly feet which callous and shiver away in the grassy bed I’ve taken for my own purpose. You won’t hear me complain, oh no, baby, I am not the bloodless breed you see wagging along in the streets with stiff collars growing stiffer in the sparkling sunlight they … Read More Contemplating Sunlight

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Little Girl Twirls

She was 10 and she was tall and she knew it. Her long thin braids hung to her waist and as she twirled for her father in the late evenings she felt as tall as the mountains. Little Girl was the sun stooping to kiss the earth; she was the migrating goose always seeking warmth; she was the moon commanding the tidal waves. On … Read More Little Girl Twirls