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Ronin Warrior

In dreams, he awoke a Ronin warrior who carried a sword of steel, thrashing forward through the field of blood, until no enemy remained. Still furious, the swordsman turned around and thrashed back until he stood alone on the field. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings You May Like What We Have Here is a Failure to Communicate Other Worlds Sheep May Safely Graze – Part Three No Escape

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Twilight Settled Around the Texas Spoon

I’ve got a tiger by the tail Its plain to see came a Buck Owens wail From the jukebox hidden near the bar In a West Texas dance hall far Away on a farm-to-market road Near a cotton bale load Hammer man tuned the piano, sunlight gave way to moon Barmaid dried the glasses, as twilight settled around the Texas Spoon A Post cowboy and a Hale Center mill man Rushed inside to find a…

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Metamorphosis

Mighty forces shape our destiny Elegant wings form outward Touching the tips of others And lighting up our Mindful incubator giving life Only to those who embrace the singular Rays bending upward toward a righteous Path dictated by a shared History unconsciously understood Only to those who desire it Submission to the volitive command Inferred by essentiality Sovereign wings take flight Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? Other Writings You May Like Arms Outstretched…

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He Speaks in Moonlight – Part One

The driver pretended he was talking on the phone. Jerry tried to let it go even though he felt anger bubbling up. Panhandling dipped into his well of hate giving him a squirrel stomach like his father’s glare. His earnest eyes met ears and bald spots as the drivers sat in their cars pretending to play with the radio – or do other things – to avoid talking to him. The constant rejection provoked anger, shame, regret,…

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Wakan Tanka Waits For Me

Taking the mother road east Seemed like a rewind trip Into the dreams of west bound Men and ladies who left Chi Town for Santa Monica; they Sought the sunny shore to rest. Sunset at our back door down Somewhere in Arizona The passenger trains replaced By cargo trailers never to stop At wide clips of towns built only For fuel or Indian trinkets. In the distance a tee pee Settled between branches of Mesquite or salt cedar…

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A Moment of Pure Truth

Christopher stood over the maze of workday and eyed the ocean. A thin fog cloud floated passed his perch on the 45th floor. On the docks, sea lions barked at tourists. East Bay traffic sought a faster path, ships hauled electronics in and almonds out, and the blood-red sun sunk into late afternoon north of the Golden Gate. In the conference room, five people sat in executive chairs around a table. Their faces reflected gloomy…

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Patiently Waiting in the Cupboard

The mouse sat with the candle light filling his eyes. The light flickered in syncopation opposite his heartbeat with a fast shadow or a flash of color. He drew closer to the sound of laughter. He could be patient. If he sat still enough, and long enough, their eating and laughter would end. Nothing would disrupt his patience. He had to believe it. His wait could last a while. A wooden spoon, dipped in tomato…

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The Smell of Sage and Iron

He stuck his head out again and a smell of dried wildflowers and iron filled his nose. The wind telegraphed the rain and brought a few drops to the pavement. They dropped and evaporated.

In an instant, large drops fell on the windshield. A slow splat of drops hit in front of him and to the side. Each drop the size of silver dollars. A few more rain drops fell and then a torrent of rain.

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