Ride we the curled, cresting salt;
Cling to the back of a wing-ed horse;
Drift we through warm waters
Rotten with flowers,
Float we, on a phantom, on Hope
Fleeting Emotions, perpetual words.
Intriguing short stories, poetry, christian fantasy, historical dramatization, and science fiction
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Awakening the spirit through baring my soul
seeking sublime surrender
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A place for short fiction and poetry while your coffee brews or your tea steeps
Exploring the human experience, one cup of coffee at a time.
...in my Mind's Eye
"I tramp the perpetual journey." Walt Whitman
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My sarcastic travels through life while trying to remain true to myself and not kill others.
A Continuing Revolution
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