Tag: writing

It’s the end of time

It’s the end of time I could go on, as beforeWords, or tags can hurt no moreWere they known, or something new?The blows and swings, in constant slew.. I touch my chest to feel the piecesAs night shrinks…the stinging easesWhat can’t break, then slowly…

Simple perfection

I have often tried to recall if there was a first scene in a movie that has stayed with me. Nothing comes to mind offhand, and there I used to think I had a great memory. But, yesterday I think I filled in the…

A little voodoo on the hoodoos and some gossamer on grottos

A little dark, but not without wonder.. add on some sussuration. When the hoodoos ululate, I cannot hear cacophony in cachhination. As for the faeries… they left.  In my castle, there are lucents taken from all else, so it shines after the grey. These fragile things, took eons to…

What does it feel like to be right?

Doing the right thing should feel different, even if belatedly, than doing the wrong thing. What if we can’t tell the difference. The lines blur the more you focus. And then, there are times when we think we are doing the right thing while…

Protected: Cerebral conversations with an employer ( or manager)

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