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Drift

A single moment is a glistening sparkle Drifting playfully on the sighing wind Individually insubstantial, melting at your gentlest touch, Your slightest attention, Escaping by your very attempt to capture it Destroyed by your every attempt to preserve it   … Continue reading

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The Walking Man

The walking man keeps walking through fire and through ice He never doubles back or walks the same path twice Though there may not be tolls, there always is a price. The walking man keeps walking through fire and through … Continue reading

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From Arizona to Missouri

In the summer of 2007, I had an epiphany. It was about, of all things, Rock, Paper, Scissors. Rock, Paper, Scissors is a non-transitive method of decision between two people, wherein each secretly picks one of the items and they … Continue reading

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The Memory of Pain

Awhile back, I had a toothache. I don’t mean a sort of ache-in-the-gums, vague, “oh, I’d better brush more regularly” toothache. I am talking about a full-blown nuclear meltdown in my teeth. Throughout my life I have been blessed with … Continue reading

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Takings and Leavings

Let’s just take a moment Take stock of where we stand. I could take you all the way If you’d just take my hand. I can take direction When your writing’s on the wall I will always take your side … Continue reading

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Meaning Between Extremes

The fact I walk in darkness Doesn’t mean I love the night And the fact I didn’t see it Doesn’t mean I’ve lost my sight. The fact I won’t surrender Doesn’t mean I want to fight. And the fact it … Continue reading

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A Tide Between

Two bodies whirl past each other, reaching across the void tugging at each other’s centers pulling each other into a dance they circle a common center If things were simple, if they were simple The dance would be eternal A … Continue reading

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The King Lies Dying

The King lies dying. Night after night, awake in his bed at an unholy hour, he feels his life leaking out of his body, gathering in limp black pools in the pits of his history, like the sweat that congeals … Continue reading

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Lunacon 2009 (4): Sunday

After the hectic pace on Saturday, the con wound down somewhat before concluding on Sunday. I attended a panel on Galileo, another one on world building, and one on World Domination. Then I attended the dead dog filk and went … Continue reading

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Lunacon 2009 (3): Saturday

Today was the busiest of the convention. I gave blood; saw Mercedes Lackey and others hold forth on building fantasy worlds; participated in a discussion on financial crises in sci fi; participated (sort of) in the Masquerade after all; caught … Continue reading

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