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The Thirteenth Century, like all the others, came and went.. Everyone born, died. Clotho spun them, Lachesis wove them, Clotho ..

It is painful here in this broken down prison. It’s old, has holes where morter used to hold it together before back surgery was..

The ax swings in a precision arc and bites deep into the bole of one more tree. Again and again. Large chunks of wood fling ou..

Dad. Oh, Yeah. Charismatic, Iwo Jima blond god. Opinionated, impatient Superman. Said, “You old enough for coffee? Drink it stra..

Framed between Steeples and clock tower, the wounded moon hangs shrouded in a saffron veil. A gale from off the ocean blows ..

There is a song I remember that asks “Does anybody really know what time it is?” Probably not, and in the pages of time, ..

The clay pot on the ground near the well holds the breath of distant stars inside its dark yet goes unnoticed. It is cracked and chip..

You arrived like an azure sky over the Llano Estacado. It was for the very first time, your eyes sparkled, face upturned to check me out...

I’ve been a sentient tree for most of my life. And it’s that time of year, you know. I wake up, and everything except me is ..

There was a time when I was trapped in a tidal pool floating dismembered and disconnected, looking for whatever it was that b..