Imagiste number 1Unopened it rests, with untapped potential, with endless possibilities,Imagiste number 1
holding questions, holding answers, holding possibly everything and possibly nothing.
There is much left about which to wonder, much to give hope, like the next diet's success, like the musician's impending discovery.
Be they from Robert, Walt, or Ernest, Matthew, Mark, or Luke the words may hold the key, the insight, the truth, the answers we've been searching for.
CowardiceI do my best to hide from the night, the e'er approaching night, the dark, forboding night. I bask in the day perhaps a little too long, perhaps a little too long.Cowardice
I cling to the last rays of sun
like a life preserver, like an oxygen mask, like a starving man to crumbs. But the fickle, inconstant day leaves me. She cuts the cord and sinks from my sight, and I am engulfed in the dark and the cold and the silence.
I try to manufacture her but the coiled, jade snake does a poor impression. The dim green does little to chase away the shadows.
Chair WarsMy family has a summer home in Northern Michigan, in a town called Cornell. Our home is at the end of a five-mile road that is named after the family who blazed its trail, some 100 years ago. That family was my great-great grandparents and their daughter who would become my great grandmother. The road is called Truax (unfortunately, spelling doesn’t matter because their last name was spelt Truex.) About a half-mile eastbound on Truax, there is a cross street. I do not know the name of it. We call this intersection, the Four Corners. One of the corners belongs to my family. Next to that is a property called Octagon Lodge because eight menChair Wars
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