Choose peace, said the child As she stood among the soldiers, ethereal and delicate With her hands full of flowers Choose peace while you can They’re full of reasons, the soldiers They’re defending themselves their homes, loved ones, way of life and besides, the enemy is out there and he’ll get you if you don’t…
Don’t be ambiguous, please don’t lie All I want is truth It’s so hard to understand you And, you see, I am so very tired I have no energy to sift your words To read between your carefully considered lines Is what you say true? What do you mean? Just tell me, plain, spell it…
Live in the moment, they say When I’m drowning in the over-and-done Or awaiting the surprise of still-to-come Grabbing this moment Is like holding the air Grappling with water Only for it all to drain away It’s already past Already gone Future is past in the blink of an eye Rushing away on receding tide…
We have a mysterious cave. We have a university professor who goes missing while exploring. We have some university students (plus two high-schoolers) who try to find him. And we have time moving at a different rate inside the cave. It’s not a great film, by any stretch. Directing and acting are competent, but certainly…
Take a photo and look at it And pretend for a moment That you live in the moment which you have paused so effectively With modern technology It’s not so easy, of course Now becomes then in the blink of an eye My words already speaking from the past The future waits on the other…
“Always Coming Home” is something a little different. Rather than being a single narrative, it is comprised of many different parts, stories, poems, articles, even recipes. All of these serve to illustrate a culture, created by the author, of a future America. The main people described in the story are based in California, but it…
Standing at the crossroads Poised between possibilities Keep on the straight, keep things as they are or take a left, or a right try a change of direction maybe even go back? Sometimes it’s wise to retreat When you’re standing at the crossroads the future is murky options multiply, possibilities expand becoming a multiverse of…
A tree stands at the world’s edge roots clutch stubbornly to the crumbling cliff confronting the abyss defiantly ‘I shall not be moved’ Sun dips low, and in the dying light branches stand out clear and stark Solid and strong, built to last But the cliff keeps crumbling Come, let us shore up the…
Eclectic Assemblage 