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Mirage

A re-write. I think the subject has some mileage, but struggling with the execution.

Goodness is My Name

“Goodness is my name,” the man answered. The sound of his voice was melodious, as a hummingbird’s flutter of wings. There was a hint of dryness in the stranger’s voice.

Do I Have To?

"Let's hurry up Matthew," his brother said. "We still have a long way to go."

Cape Breton Highlands

From descending cliff to
watery lure
an expanse to somewhere

Gold cherry

The kipper who thought he was king

“As mad as a kipper that thinks it’s the king,” that was my dad’s expression. God knows where it came from.

Cherry

KEEP GOING.

There's always someone worse off than you.

WORDS OR Philosophizing On Words

We speak them, hear them, think them, all the time!

The Winged Witch 10/15

The witch on duty in the guard house at the Witches’ Home reached for the warning bell, as Jennifer Jane arrived in the special space always kept clear for use with her safety spell.

ODE TO MY BEAU

You hold back the night
With your gallantry

ASTRONOMICAL LOVE

From the moons of Jupiter
And the areolas peaks

A WEASEL AND A STOAT?

What's the difference between
A weasel and a stoat?

Scrap 18

SCRAP 18

Scrap 17

A serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's

Scrap 16

A serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's

Sound of silence

Sound of silence
PK Routray

Silence is also a sound,
But impact of silence is more profound.
I remember slapping a man fifty years ago,
He accepted with silence surrendering his ego.

I Paint Myself

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A Christmas Story

“Get away pest, is what I hear when I’m around other birds, with pretty colors,” moaned Caw-Caw. “And their voices sing like the joy of sunrise.”

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