Month: August 2015
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Playground
A child with monsters in her head ran screaming across the playground. As her feet left the asphalt touching cool bladed grass her demons transformed into swans and she flew with arms stretched flapping over water to her waiting friends. Excerpt from Light-Years in the Dark: StoryPoems (see more) photo-art design by todd crawshaw
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Prism
In the vast shadow of a garden he was on his back questioning the moon and stars. It took more than the strategic leap of an astronaut’s faith to reach the blackness. The luminous net of clouds would be too soft and forgiving to stop or catch his fall. He had to first escape the…
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Sound
At a city intersection stood a man who spoke of trumpets in his head, an entire orchestra that performed solely for him. Bloated and shirtless, conducting the air with his hands, he stopped to twirl the ends of his beard before grabbing the torn wings of his coat as if preparing for flight. Passersby paused…