< Link to Part One Part Two A man who appeared to be another heaping lump of muscle was having what could only be described as an anxiety attack. He was shaking, weeping, and still dressed in the finery

Brownian Vapour Dark clouds hard rain, petrichor malignancy to Brownian vapour Sometime I get quippy. From my X account Nothing steals our joy and positivity like resentment. Forgive ... it is for you.

What Shape Does The Darkness Have? (Ode to a Grecian Urn)

Chrysalis Caged the chrysalis caged cocooned inside a bony mesh hide, stay alive, hide the chrysalis stirs pulses current flows a tattoo beats remain where you are stay quiet remain where you are the chrysalis

I think of us in a boat. Imagine us seated according to our ideological leanings—those to the left, those to the right, and those in the middle. When people lean too far to one side, they risk falling

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The room was simple. A table, and two chairs. A staircase leading up, and a staircase leading down. At each side of the table, sat two legal professionals. The surface of the table was split in two by

Another 1800 or so words breaking down (there's a pun there) the Florence and the Machine Album, Ceremonials.

Two mothers. Two different cultures. Same compassion.

The Crab Apple and the Plum Said a tart crab apple to a particular plum: Let’s take a tumble; let’s take a roll Let’s frolic in a play in the grass below Sighed the particular plum: I’d loved too; I really

Parched Rainbow the sky is barren murmurations have landed settled to tree nested for pyrotechnics then rest on edict dusk demands the horizon and its extremities empty of all but color tincture blend

One day to remember we're human... This idea started with the following question running through my mind: What would happen if no one, anywhere got online for one day? Philosophically, kind of like if

Epic finale of a Miss Fortune Fanfic. The rest of the story is right here on PeakD in my blog. Thanks for reading.

Parallel Communication mycelium dendrites, roots stillness parallel communication I am forever intrigued by the communication that takes place below the soil and underbrush, among the roots of trees and

Atomic Origins - a Short Story

Hear me read the story: Or Read it Yourself: It was Saturday. The dense row of oak trees was barely visible within the enormous greenhouse. Half a kilometre in diameter, the structure, glass and steel

A Crisp Cummerbund a crisp aqua cummerbund the ice melted only last week I am awake now With this haiku, I attempted to capture that feeling of slowing immersing oneself into cold water. The going seems

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