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poetry
8y
An Apology
You’ve been so quiet. All I wanted was a little nudge in the right direction, A little guidance, A spark to say something worth saying. Shame on me for expecting otherwise. Shame on me for being angry
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An Invocation
All I want is a voice, Something to echo, for at least as long as ears can hear, As long as this arrangement of sounds can express what I feel, Until English goes the way of Minoan. Will you give me my
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poetry
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The Inspirational Wurm
If secrets were sealed in apple-flesh, I wouldn’t need a serpent to encourage me. A gnashing on red skin originating sin, Opening an invitation to the celestial court, Arcane juices bleeding under my tongue,
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writing
9y
Deism, Pantheism, & Our Place In The Universe
Pantheism is sexed-up atheism. Deism is watered-down theism. The above quote from Richard Dawkins can be illuminated with a few definitions: Theism - belief in the existence of God or gods Atheism - disbelief
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9y
The Big Crunch
A man in an alleyway sits enthroned on fermenting garbage. An untamed hedge is creeping across his jaw. He has no name, and he smells like the earth, Like damp coffee grounds in the evening, Hot puddles
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poetry
9y
Ur of the Prairies
The middle of this empire of America Is a sewer. Unacknowledged by what rushes over on skyward boulevards, We made our quiet lives. I never ventured very far north, Past the geriatric valley that ostensibly
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fiction
9y
The Gods of the March
Ardyn was running. The forest was heavy around her, impossibly thick. She moved too quickly to focus on anything beyond the brows and greens of the earth. The trees grabbed at her, but she knew when to
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fiction
9y
Tungolcraeft
“Is that Orion?” Josh asked. Benjamin looked up to the sky, matching his perspective with Josh’s. In the clear December night, the belted hunter blazed brightly over the earth. “Yep.” It was rhetorical.
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poetry
9y
The Persian Procedure
Dig into the blankets. The darkness of dawn crushes you down into the mattress. If you dare to shift, your skull might crack anew. The genius of the night before now deserves reconsideration, Judgment
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writing
9y
The Barrens (NaNoWriMo Day 7)
Previous days can be found here: Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 6.5 Day 7 Word Count: 909 Total Word Count: 10,988 Goal: 50,000 Remaining: 39,012 Rasul stood up. He felt shaky on his legs, but
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poetry
9y
I'll Be Home For Solstice
Texas is a wild country, The edges of an imagined frontier. The sky can smother you in its vastness. You cling to the earth Lest you tumble upward to its infinity. Texas conceals nothing, Reaching to
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religion
9y
The Names of God
Yahweh The personal name of the god of Israel and Judah in the Tanakh is Yahweh. The earliest historical mention of Yahweh comes from Egyptian sources, where he is described as the god of the Shasu, a
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writing
9y
The Barrens (NaNoWriMo Day 6.5)
Still had a little more in me for today. Previous days below: Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 6.5 Word Count: 768 Total Word Count: 10,079 Goal: 50,000 Remaining: 39,921 My mother jumped out of
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poetry
9y
The Ruddy King
Inspired by another poem of mine ("The Silversong") and by one of my favorite characters to write about. All was bright in the land before, The seas were blue upon the shore, The fields did burn
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poetry
9y
A Highway Song
Your journey starts when day is young, Before the sun has shown his face, When nightly ghosts that once had clung Now free you from their chilled embrace. The lingering stars of yesterday Withdraw their
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writing
9y
The Barrens (NaNoWriMo Day 6)
On we go. You can find previous days here: Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Word Count: 1904 Total Word Count: 9311 Goal: 50,000 Remaining: 40,689 "He's awake.” Rasul tried to sit up, but a hand
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poetry
9y
The Silversong
There is a king who never wore Atop his ruddy head A crown of gold, or any stone, The ruddy earth does shed. He made his throne upon the tree Which beggars took for shade, And while the nations played
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writing
9y
The Barrens (NaNoWriMo Day 5)
Onward and upward. I'm going to have to pick up the pace a little bit to catch back up. Enjoy! You can find previous days here: Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Word Count: 1348 Total Word Count: 7407 Goal:
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poetry
9y
A Lapse in Authority
Yahweh was a cloudrider when the sky was young. Jesus’s dad could throw lightning with the best of them. The sky wasn’t really young then. An eternity of sunrises had already passed before the Most High
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writing
9y
The Barrens (NaNoWriMo Day 4)
Part of the fun/terror of doing this little project is that I'm blazing forward without planning much of anything. As such, there are going to be some inevitable contradictions as my ideas change and this
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