Photographs        What are photographs but echoes of the past? Enduring  images for people to look at and contemplate in the future. I am sitting at my dining room table sifting through a box of old pictures, and feeling the draft through the minute cracks of antiquity. Outside the kitchen window, the snow has blan...

                        Photographs        What are photographs but echoes of the past? Enduring  images for people to look at and contemplate in the future. I am sitting at my dining room table sifting through a box of old pictures, and feeling the draft through the minute cracks of antiquity. Outside the kitchen window, the snow has blan...

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Come Tour Castle Medulla oblongata He says to her, Step through the looking glass of my mind Probe its nerve centers and you shall find The enigma that is me, you seek Is a game of hide and don’t peek Come probe my cranial lands of seclusion And paddle the muddy waters of my confusion To a path where your tree grows in  forest sublime Near a castle of secrets on a steeped incline Come walk through my neural path of self- destruction Unfinished and under construction But there is pl...

You, my moon in the distant heavens I the rose in the garden of your heart Your arc of light shines down on my petals Enhancing their beauty But what is a rose but a reflection of summer That lasts only as long as the season Without the wind's kiss, and warm drenching rains My petals wither, scorched by the bloody sun Bleached by your luminosity Parched and turned to red dust Ashes of roses. All that is left of your seasonal flower.  

You, my moon in the distant heavens I the rose in the garden of your heart Your arc of light shines down on my petals Enhancing their beauty But what is a rose but a reflection summer That lasts only as long as the season Without the wind's kiss, and warm drenching rains My petals wither, scorched by the bloody sun Bleached by your luminosity Parched and turned to red dust Ashes of roses. All that is left of your seasonal flower.  

The Devil of Hell's Gate: The Legend of the Congo Part II   He said, pointing to a hallway directly ahead of where they stood. “Perhaps when you are settled, you might want to take a look at his collection.” Nick nodded and said, “Yes I would like to see what kind of gun he used to kill it." Nick’s room was on the third floor. His eyes roamed over the big sitting room with its array of impressive trophies mounted on the white walls. His eyes moved apprec...

A balmy summer Warm wind stirs through the branches A sharp whisper at dusk Through fractured blinds Night etches out precious light I, a prisoner of the darkness Languish beneath ragged covers Seeking the sights and Sounds of strangers A mingling of carefree shadows Acting as though Night is a gift I, a fissure in the sidewalk Where rain puddles stagnant Moons silvery reflection on the water Soft platinum light refracting On elongated trees Limbs stretching and twisting Like little curled f...

Come Tour Castle Medulla oblongata He says to her, Step through the looking glass of my mind Probe its nerve centers and you shall find The enigma that is me, you seek Is a game of hide and don’t peek Come probe my cranial lands of seclusion And paddle the muddy waters of my confusion To a path where baby tree flourishes in a forest sublime Near a castle of secrets on a steeped incline Come walk through my neural path of self- destruction Unfinished and under construction But there is p...

Come Tour Castle Medulla oblongata He says to her, Step through the looking glass of my mind Probe its nerve centers and you shall find The enigma that is me, you seek Is a game of hide and don’t peek Come probe my cranial lands of seclusion And paddle the muddy waters of my confusion To a path where baby tree flourishes in a forest sublime Near a castle of secrets on a steeped incline Come walk through my neural path of self- destruction Unfinished and under construction But there is p...