Her

Her thick tar black hair radiates steam; And Her powdery anthrax white skin spores. She carries no farm tools; And She wears no robe. She bares no skeleton; And She forgives no man. Her hand roles the bones; And Her eyes pierce him completely. He has no destiny; And he’s simply random.

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Half Past

The big hand guides the little hand; Pulling it forward, racing through time. The innocent little hand follows blindly; It never knows how fast things will change; It never knows how bad things will get. That little hand is now big; Pulling another little hand out of innocence. The clock keeps moving forward; In a…

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Belief

I look not to the sky Nor to the ground. Straight ahead. That’s where everything is to be found.

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Meeting Goals

For the last few years, I’ve been struggling to meet goals. The goals are simple, become a writer and get into shape. Neither goal is particularly difficult; they’re both just long and time-consuming. I’ve never been what you would call overweight, but getting into really good shape would still take a lot of dedication, maybe…

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Time for a Change

Today my daughter (Aphra) was sick, so I stayed home with her. She’s ten years old, so she pretty much just wanted to stick herself in front of the TV all day. I love Aphra dearly, and I wish we could have just taken the day off together, hung out and done something awesome, but…

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