Monthly Archives: April 2017

Shifting David

David Stinson was a cautious young man. At twenty-four years, he had done little in his life without carefully weighing the pros and cons of each decision. Whatever led him into the dark backstreets of New York on a particularly cool October night remains a mystery but, in his haste to get home, he shrugged […]
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Frownin’ Red Ryan

Ryan was barely a man when he first climbed aboard the Sea Witch. Having been fortunate enough to be born into a family of nobles, his upbringing included etiquette and a finer education. To his parent’s dismay and utter humiliation, the young man had been expelled from the finest school in all of Britain, when […]
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The Lost Art of Tuning Out

As a child, I was mesmerized with the extraordinary ability my mother had to simply “tune things out”. As she sat, nose in book, with the telephone resonating it’s urgent message, demanding to be picked up, and the dog barking through the window at the cat across the street, I often wondered if her quiet […]
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Little Soup Pot

Little soup pot, short and wide, What memories are found inside. A recipe from grandma’s book, When, as a child, I learned to cook.   Little Soup pot, chipped and worn, When family merged and love was born. Happiness was just the start, And in that pot I found my heart.   Little soup pot, […]
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Little Child

Little child, so far from home What do you seek out there while you roam? Your heart has been broken, your dreams have all died The ache in your soul you try so hard to hide Listen child, for I’ve felt your pain I know of the anger you fight to restrain Despair is a […]
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The Awakening

My weary mind passed through into another world, another time. The visions that enchanted me were morose, but yet sublime. Through forests deep and intricate my aching heart could roam, and silent whispers called to me and told me I was home It seems I walked for ages, when I saw a wondrous sight, and […]
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Concord

A fate of a twisted moon beyond becomes a love’s dedication song to weld the soul’s brittle bond. To see how harsh winter’s wind still blows a distance traveled desert rose come to cease my adverse prose. Row upon row of anguished hearts a battle to find true love imparts to vanquish pain’s dramatic arts. […]
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