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Spending Words

Spending Words

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The Pale Horizon Beyond the Darkness

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Bubbling Jars of Poetry

Poems

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Poetry Jars

Signal
The following Images were produced to accompany a short story called The Signal of the Second Spring. You can read the full story HERE or click on the images to view them all.


Enter the Realm of the Dark Banner…


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Mending Moments

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All Change

All change

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The Mirror on Your Back.

Shh! Turn around…

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The poems buzz and rattle in the wires, so much I’ve had to encase them in images to quiet them and hold them still. Now they stand in jars stacked neatly in the gallery. Open them and take a sniff, dip your finger and taste them if you dare. But when you are done, make sure you replace the lid. They will spill and stain if you leave them open.


ode to fustat

uncertain moon

air and the the water

the only question

dream within a dream

Between the shadow and the soul

Here in the pit

Firebird

Moon of Barduk

retreat of winter

Hemmingway

truth and symmetry

pale horizon

A perfect flaw

slowing

the beach

Sky Knowledge

Doubting the Dawn

tick of the night watch

Words of Sand

music makers

styx

zenon

wordsworth

SignalThe following Images were produced to accompany a short story called The Signal of the Second Spring. You can read the full story HERE or click on the images to view them all.


The Universe

The Sun

The Air

The Earth

An Idea

The Book

The City

An Army

A King

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The Beach

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The Pale Horizon Beyond the Darkness

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Another story from 2011. How far would you go for even a remote possibility of a dream coming true?

Supernova1987

We rested for a moment. He lowered his elderly frame onto one of the many boulders that lay around us and he slowly removed first one and then the other sandal. Placing his hands on his knees, he raised his gaze to the hot midday sun and tried to slow his breathing. I offered him water one more time but as before he smiled at me without answering in that disconcerting way that made me wonder if he truly understood.

He was 87. He had told me many times the night before. He told me how he had travelled with the cattle trains across the delta straights, ridden the post barge up river to the city, how fever had taken him at the Tiger Foot Inn during the monsoon. His convalescence caused a great commotion amongst the missionaries, happy to have a new soul the save. He stayed through the winter and worked…

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Dream Within a Dream

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The Cabinet of Rodin.

This story is based on two dreams. One where I was trying to find the 6th vark and the other while exploring the Cabinet of Rodin. I have worked the two together into a theme that has been revolving in my head the last week. A little Edgar Allen Poe for those who know him. Feedback welcome.


 
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