The School of Arche: Ch. 1
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Read MoreThe Folly of Sheep
“Toot toot,” says the sheep to the tree bark as she gorges herself on droppings from low branches.
Read MoreTo the Soldiers
When called: we do answer
Read MoreTowns With Stories
The tower bell rang—a high and hollow noise far more brittle that it had been a century ago…
Read MoreBlack and Red
Black and red—the shades of death and blood invade my dreams.
Dripping into my still body; poisoning my fragile mind.
I don't know. I don't know-I don't know-I don't know know-I don't—
I see red. Blood. A veil's been lowered over the world and I see the horrors exposed. Were they always there? Flesh falling; ripped away.
What is happening to me? Who am I anymore? Am I me? Am I the harbinger of bleak days and crushing nights? Am I toxic? Am I now vile? Am I death?
I see black. I see black ink and doom and endless seas of soulless void. Cities bathed in black. Forests corrupted with black. Oceans dyed black. Skies painted a painful, maddening—maddening—am I mad?
Has insomnia torn my sanity from me? Is that all? Am I losing my mind? Have I lost it? Would that be a comfort? Crazy and benign over sane and evil? What choice—what life is this?
I toast to the end. Sweet mother, help. Carry me away. I want to be free. I want...sleep. I want to see these hell-colours no more. I want dreamless sleep. I want escape. I want peace. If peace must only come in death, let it be so.
No more black. No more red. Blind me forever more.
We Need Artists
I picture a perfect world overflowing with creativity…
Read MoreI: These Grinding Wheels of Change
Gears shift and click into place as the wheels of change begin their deafening, grinding work.
Read MoreII: The Maw of Oblivion
We peer into the maw of oblivion
A thousand angry eyes gaze back at us from behind razor-edged teeth
III: On and On We Go
On and on we go.
It never ends; it never ends.
We push and pull, from dawn to dusk,
On and on we go.
Waves Lapping
I hear waves lapping softly at rough stones four feet beneath my dangling toes
Read MoreHappy Birthday, Mom.
Today is mom's birthday. She would have been 58.
She is 58?
I've struggled with what verb tense to use here.
Avatar Recording: Chasing the Dragon
Nothing in the world feels better than The Jump.
Trust me: I’ve chased a lot of highs; nothing beats The Jump.
They Will Not Wake Me
Every day I will rise up and defy the enlightenment they thrust upon me.
Read MoreBe the Hero?
Everyone says, “be the hero of your own story.”
That’s not the only option. (Or the best option.)
Read MoreI Seek Silence
Silence, pure as spring water, is what I need to cleanse my soul.
Read MoreEaster Trails
I was not a fan of Easter egg hunts when I was a kid, so Lil’ Sue did something different for us.
Read MoreThe Guy in the Mirror
What do you see when you look in the mirror? Is it yourself looking back at you? I’ve never been sure.
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