Luciferous

Moths and other creatures become disoriented by the light, artificial fire confused with the moon as the guiding orb to steer by. So too the human who with tattered wings flies toward any beacon’s rise, blinded by that which shines but does not illuminate the unwise. Oct. 28, 2011

Urban Garden

In this city scape where we sow the seeds of faith some of us are fertilizer little hard white beads compacted by years of manufactured privilege to be softened by living water and spread with wisdom for too much will burn the fledgling plants others are the black loam that knows the memory of another…

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Drone

The hand on the joystick makes a subtle twist. The view dips into the confines of a ravine then bursts free to reveal the lights of a town glimmering like eyes in the dark face of the ground. A red light flickers across the screen. TARGET ACQUIRED The finger touches the trigger. Twin streaks race…

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A Ticket To Rise

The smell hit me soon after I got off the Metro. On the sidewalk in the throng of milling red I look over to see the dark mass of bags and clothes curled up against the outer wall of the Verizon Center. I am here because of a player’s generosity through connections I was not…

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Prayer of the Seeker

Sometimes, when the feeling comes upon me, I look up from this world of myself and realize anew, that in the place I stand in, many others stood and slept and worked, dreamed and died. The mist of memories, of strange lands and times unravels before my eyes, and the longing to know comes. How…

Nub

Life is what is Life is what Life was Questions – Who? What? When? Where? How? Why? Okay, now we have all of the tools suggested for writing the introductory paragraph of a feature story for a leading national newspaper: Man was found dead today beneath the remnants of Planet Earth, his suicidal tendencies rewarded…

Hate

They found Madame that rainy morning curled into a tight ball upon her lush Roman couch. Flashbulbs popped glaringly against the white sheets. “Dead two hours,” said the Coroner grimly. “The bite of an insect,” announced the Arthropologist. Discovered, the tiny spider crawled from the corpse’s collar and scurried across the wooden floor. “I’ve got…