“You want to what?!” “Listen, Krea, it’s because I really think he’s going to anyway—” Alston began. “So because you’re sure Quinn is going to do it anyway, you’re going to stop protesting and just help him? That’s how you keep your friend safe, by helping him plot his own death march?” “When you say it […]
Read more "What the Wall Told"Shadows drifted over the table, flickering on and off with the fire. The spiced cider warmed Alston down to his toes. It was cold outside. Alston looked across the table at his friend. “You don’t know what it’s like,” Alston said. “I may be brand new here too, but I’ve learned about it before.” Quinn […]
Read more "Race to Verdou Fountain: The Tavern"Brick by brick I see the lines of life– layering into the concrete of myself; and wonder (had I known it at the time) If I would lay the path that led me here… again.
Read more "Setting Paths"Somnolent, the blear of grassy brown and khaki bends down low before the tuneless rush of wind that lazily pursues its constant quest to touch the leaden sky that spreads abroad and wide and grey and quiet like a dream: the painted backdrop of the winging birds flying on before the smudge of ghostly sunlight […]
Read more "Winter Rest"Lord, who am I that You should call and set Your love on me? A rebel ruined by the fall, now by Your grace set free. – CHORUS But we will bless the Lord our God Who shed His precious blood. From this time forth, for ever more, we’ll praise You and adore. – My […]
Read more "A Hymn to My Beloved"Sometimes all the lights go out or make us to believe that they were never really there. You stumble into every wall and trip and fall again. You hear the snickers all around the sounds but not the sights of everybody watching you. – Sometimes every song goes out an arrow in the air that […]
Read more "Sometimes…"Every morning, with the sun I rise and journey to the docks just where the ships arrive bearing goods for me. – High-stash holds of boxes filled with dazzled thoughts and softer light or darker griefs and greys: all the hours for me. – Part-way glad and partway sad I sit exhausted, midway through just […]
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