I awoke with the sounds of it.
The door was being rattled, and the knob was shaking violently. The panes are getting hammered it seems by swooshing cloaked hands.
I looked around to see where I was. From the window I could see the giant tree across my window swaying hard on its sides, like some unseen forces at play are pushing and pulling it apart, working to put its majestic charm on its knees.
The street lights are dancing in the middle of the road, suspended by a small chain of loose wires, all red lights flashing as if to warn me of an impending emergency. A few cars managed to stay away from flying debris. Continue Reading…
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It was a desolate wasteland, a mix of hot sand and ragged dirt. There was no air except for the few occasional breezes that blow like hotter than summer.
I have traveled the Great Plains…
Gone was winter, and summer’s almost here. But despite the southern warmer weather, the northern cold still remains…
On my middle aged quest to find meaning, I turned to astronomy.
During the entire course of my life I have faced the most formidable things there can be:
On top of this magnificent hill I whimper.










