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The Girl From Far Away

Was it dreams or prayers that brought her? Magic filled October skies The train arrived with The girl from far away. Flesh and bone and spirit melded Youth with its ecstatic flame And talks I’d have with The girl from … Continue reading

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The Forest Girl – finale

In the last installment Lisa and Lance sought refuge at Lance’s house after fleeing from Cerridwen’s violent transformation. Then Lisa returned home. What will the two discover when they meet up the following day and return to Cerridwen’s home? _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ … Continue reading

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The Aching Moon

All I remember is two other brothers and I returning to the abbey late at night, chilled and hungry. Our ministrations in the plague-ridden village had offered little to those poor wretches writhing in pain. Brother Alwin was the first … Continue reading

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50-Word Story

My hold on this fragile life is slipping. All that I had hoped would come to pass is merely blinding white and lacking all warmth and compassion. I am falling, yet all is silent as existence soars above me, capped … Continue reading

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I have seen this couple many, many times. I want to call out. Be heard. Be acknowledged. Most of all…loved …touched. I never say a word, only hide. Would they be horrified? Would they accept me for what I am, … Continue reading

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Changes

The changes come slowly. Sometimes painfully. I can feel so old…so tired. The price of wisdom, the price of anchorage in a world that hurls itself around me. My dreams spring new then fall around me in a perennial cycle. … Continue reading

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