i. My eyes flick open In the darkness I lay there Listening to the sounds The guttural whine of stomachs emptying The grindstone whirs Muscled into Revolutions per minute Gyrating to Steady kinetic energy Centrifuging From the thoughts Of The makers   ii. the day sparks into being being alive maybe it’s just a dream […]

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The Frost Epic

​The wind whistles Ruffling his t shirt Not too large But enough to show off his boyish frame A head and half taller than most A giant But still pretty much Man. I listened to the wind keening a little more Then thrust one foot forward The next And fell into my usual gait A […]

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