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Beats of the Spirit World
Beats of the Spirit World Drums of the earth throb through The seven sacred directions. In time. Of the Chiefs. When tribes dance, the. Powwow dance...
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The Way of Stillness
The Way of Stillness Where morning hides, and the river knows, no hurry. This shape unfolds in silence into the wind’s shelter. A pause from the...
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The Tobacco Barn (Part 1)
The barn was older than the farmhouse. Older than the county records, if you believed the clerk at the Register of Deeds, who'd searched back to 1847...
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The Quality Circle (Part 2)
Wade found her in the parking lot after second shift, leaning against her driver's side door like he belonged there. The security lights made his...
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The Quality Circle (Part 1)
The rating terminals glowed in the break room like confession booths, blue-white screens waiting for judgment. Marlene Vickers had passed them a...
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Merry Christmas, Mom - Part XIII
After living for sixty-four years, you had to depart. You were a terrific mother who had a huge heart. You were one of the world's greatest mothers...
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Growing
Vanishing. The room again disappeared around them. Lore was beginning to understand Catherine’s disorientation warning; the cube, so far, had been an...
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CEPHALALGIA.
In covid time, if a person had, a sore throat, fever, aching bones, sneezing, coughing, runny nose, or eyes, wheezing it was clear before the covid...
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Vincent in the bush.
Vincent, a Belgian Jesuit, used to visit our family from time to time, calling on his way to or from somewhere interesting, for food, a bed and news...
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My Dinosaur Era Chapter 34
the van is spotless, like it has just come from the showroom ginny, no smoking in here, ok, says patrycja she’s sat in the driver’s seat, checking us...
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Justin: where are you from?
People often ask, where are you from? And I never know what to say. “Long story,” I say. I usually follow that with, “I lived in Thetford in Norfolk...
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My problem with My Education
I have always had a problem with education. Not, learning, I love learning. I love being self-taught for sure, it’s formal education that worries me...
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Advent Promise
Advent Promise A long the halls of time D eclaring hope for all mankind V ision after vision sending hope E ach prophecy following on N ew hope...
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Shadow's Echo.
Shadows lost in faint fades and a distant dull thump of something that was never there, right in front in the moment of now. A sea of shining black...
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Mission Creep
Oh, please, not yet. It’s November, for goodness sake. I've got dahlias in flower, the squirrels are burying conkers on my lawn, and the thin duvet’s...
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November Blues
November Blues It was ‘Black Friday’ last week and although a sales event it clashed with Christmas, which starts commercially as early as the summer...
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Papa’s Got a Brand New Chainsaw
The usual rigmarole. Half a month (this bit being the first half of November) described using precisely one hundred words per day.
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Boys' Own Up
Hmm... I'm sure you'll work it out
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FIRE!!
Being an old git, not particularly interested in travel, I normally circulate around cafes and hotels to satiate what's left of my social instincts...
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Cubed
White. A hologram appeared. “If you are watching this, it means one of three things: I have forgotten something and need a reminder, I am editing...
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