He was so fortified, handsome and strong; it looked to me like the land etched him out of her belly. Spit him out of her grace. And he was, to all seeing eyes, the one, his own – because he had survived and prospered – overcome adversity that she had lain out before him. And… Continue reading Devil’s Gate, Wyoming
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The Dark Horse
They should never have made her the pariah; a put to place their blame. While keeping their secrets they’re hiding their shame. They buried her deep and married her twice. The father and son, both, her delight. Bringing her home now, quiet inside. Death be the maker. Breath be the bride.
The Arrival
I have seen it, the new light and I was with it, witnessing its reflective essence on an old patch of snow, the thawing kind that winter’s rest left behind on the new green, laid upon. I witnessed the rest of my life as it, the light, looked back upon itself to the sun, from… Continue reading The Arrival
A Moment of Realization
In that moment I realized that people live in a dream state. It’s an accumulative fog, where it’s not real. Things are not real here in this state of being. I don’t know what to do because I can’t wake people up. I don’t believe in the way people are anymore, because it’s not true,… Continue reading A Moment of Realization
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