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Turbulence

She walked with a train of midnight-hued crows in her wake, her ear to the wind and the silently growing things, alert to any aberration in her world… There is a sickness creeping over the land,            … Continue reading

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Illusion

I knew the scar was coming and after three opinions, the surgeon was chosen with care, this one less cavalier, instilling a quiet hope that I might still recognize the face in the mirror. As the shiny scalpel cut away … Continue reading

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Seven Directions

I find myself in quiet corners capturing wayward lines on discarded napkins or random library slips, realizing there is magic to corral and wrestle upon the blank space – the image of a modern day Pan playing his flute upon the … Continue reading

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Deep Water

I find myself in deeper water lately no longer on the shore,  bare toes finding purchase upon cool sand, instead I’m treading luminous blue hoping with each breath that I don’t drown. Drown among the slippery tendrils of seaweed in colours of … Continue reading

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Maelstrom

There’s a collective storm brewing the likes of which we’ve never seen. Words that whispered through our minds are on news feeds for all the world to hear. The cacophony cuts like a knife, interrupting peaceful dreams and guiltless sleep, … Continue reading

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The Fall

We are among the fallen, both human born and heaven wrought, the ones who chose to be gods instead of children. Sentenced to wait for the light between the seasons of abundance and loss we find ourselves on this long … Continue reading

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November Reverie

“Life is one grand, sweet song, so start the music.” – Ronald Reagan November is the month that usually chases us down to Mexico, we begin to miss the warmth of the sun as the autumn rains begin to blanket … Continue reading

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