A Preposterous Place
It took no action. No blood shed of another. No rape. No famine. No race baiting. No lusts. Simply, fear. And Fear, is the core animal of the heart itself. Fear is the antagonist of Love.
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So much dependsUponA black penFilled withOttoman's AzureArched in a loner's wayBeside the French Paper
She does not need to worry about him anymore. The world shifts and he finally sees the space between the average and himself. The classically trained have been trained; he is niether classical nor trained. She sees his aim. She does not try to dissuade, but she does see the arch. He will never shake her world again. No more silly adventure with seriuos implications. No more threats, no more gravity. No if remains.
The leaf turns over and the dust rises in the lights. My lungs take it like dry cotton. One Dollar four, ...
"To state the facts frankly is not to despair the future nor indict the past. The prudent heir takes careful inventory of his legacies and gives a faithful accounting to those whom he owes an obligation of trust…We do have no greater asset than the willingness of a free and determined people, through its elected officials, to face all problems frankly.” - John F. Kennedy. 1961 State of the Union Just months after being elected, days after being inagguraged, he gave this quote. Right before the election, he...
As spent uranium it dwells low. As a jolt it will shake the slumber.No radiation, but potent nonetheless is its effect.It last a whole day; the half life of a mortal soul.
One foot left, only one foot left before a fat knot. I slip somewhat and I feel it. I suppose skin is on the rope and blood too. Their eyes see me, but they will not look at me. Facing otherwise, looking with suspicion. Slipping Six meager inches remain and their eyes widen not. The Mind races on the options. I have not ever looked down, for fear of darkness. They have already seen the other side of my feet. The Knot The knot’s end is not nearly as comfortable as imagined...
What? I didn't even really like Crisis. But, it is being published this fall in an anthology. I was notified yesterday and I had almost forgotten that I submitted it to the publishers. It will be...