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November Day

Poem   I sit, looking out the open window Snow is all around. Soft light, falling on dead brown leaves, Still clinging to the sleeping trees. A coffee stain spreads across the paper. A...

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Brunch

The  man sat at a table in the crowded restaurant. Upon the arrival of the waitress he smirked at the menu, “The Country Breakfast used to be five ninety five and now it’s six...

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An Easter Reflection

Hunt me, terrible abyssEat my flesh and drink my bloodThwart me, great PrometheusTear me limb from limb Chase me, AphroditeAccost me, Thor of RagnarokDeal with me not lightlyO deities, grim I have seen what...

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A Dragon-Riding Day (9/18/14)

I leave late. The traffic begins at the Garden State Parkway connector. The New York State Thruway, covered in fiberglass and steel, stretches into the blinding brilliance of sunrise. I arrive at work after...

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Butterfly Words

Short Family Stories Gretchen’s eyebrows knitted together as she pushed against the wheels of her chair. Things that used to be easy weren’t so easy anymore. As she approached her dressing table a face...

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Stay Young

Poem Who was I when I was you? Hiding your hands in your sleeves Tucking your head in your hoodie Shielding your mouth bashfully Giggling and eating a chocolate chip cookie Long hair, long...

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Sailing With Life

Poem   There is always Someone for someone A soul for soul Friends are the one thing Hard to find and keep Yet, keep your eyes On the open waters Or the open road...

Rage of a Human

Rage of a Human

Filiks sat in the corner of a ruined shack, his rifle aimed at the door. The blue blood of the gorgfin and the red blood of their advisory decorated the interior of the shack,...

Frail Phoenix

Frail Phoenix

I’ve been chasing Golden Horses I have followed frail phoenixes, hoping for a glimpse of their face I watched them fall, awaited their triumphant rise, and wondered if suspended specks of ash are all...

The Scales

The Scales

Like Lewis’s dragon I showed you my scales I hung my head while my leathery wings drooped You were solemn and warm and silent “I see now my sins” I said, and I meant...