The Sleeping Gods

November 23, 2015

Wild dogs ate the High Priest Smith.   This fact was solemnly reported by little Annie Hutchins, who was properly scolded by her parents for sneaking out of the compound. Then she was turned over to the clan’s elders for a thorough questioning. They tried to impress upon her the gravity of such an outrageous

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Bright Azure

November 23, 2015

In the silent cupboard of time azure so perfectly bright pulls out its brush paints white, pastel, green, then fall Essence stolen, squeezed out renewed, matured, gone dry such tales are told ‘neath the footfall of any who pass of pilgrims and the faithful who listen. (Originally published May, 2009)

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