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Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Poetry - Obedience

Poetry - Obedience

Her lips against my ear, and a hand calm against my forehead.

"Drown" she whispers and pushes slow and painless.

I slip beneath the surface...

And did.

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Letters - 1 / 15 Dear Ex

Letters - 1 / 15, Dear Ex

Dear Ex,

Hey friend. It has been years. Our lives have taken us to such different places, and though many miles separate us, and many silences, I do still think fondly on you and the time we had. I think we didn’t understand each other then, although we went through the motions easily enough. Hell, I think I barely understood myself, and it was probably unfair to ask to be understood. But sometimes I miss our lazy afternoons, our walks, and just sitting back to back, breathing, and dreaming.

We used to talk about dreams, about our careers, about art and people and...so many things that have fallen ephemeral between our fingers.

I hope you’re well. I hope you’ve found the things you’re looking for.

Yours.
Once

Friday, April 19, 2019

West Marches - Gilded Cage

West Marches - Gilded Cage

There is a sharp rap on the door outside what used to be Quiz's closed Arcane Laboratory. Most of the contents long since transported down to the Forks. Sedriks waits outside, idly toying with a reed flute.

Monday, April 15, 2019

Tragedy - Notre Dame Burns



Tragedy - Notre Dame Burns

"And in the middle of all that grief, there are harmonies. Humans are such magnificent creatures."

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Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Life - Obligation

Life - Obligation

Do not be daunted
by the enormity
of the world's grief.
Do justly, now.
Love mercy, now.
Walk humbly, now.
You are not obligated
to complete the work,
but neither are you free
to abandon it.
- The Talmud

Sunday, April 7, 2019

Life - Helpless Rage

Life - Helpless Rage

I am alone, standing before a heavy bag. Music I don't remember. There is an acrid smell of chalk and sweat, and the lights are half on, cold, and quiet.

Fists up.


Saturday, April 6, 2019

West Marches - Friend Hunting

West Marches - Friend Hunting

Sedriks vaults a tree with ease, eyes scanning through the forest languidly. The afternoon sun is broken up into dappled flecks beneath the heavy canopy, and idyllic birdsong breaks through here and there. Looking back, the Bard calls to Maren, "What was tha' plant ye said we were lookin' for? What is it used for?"

Maren picks her way through the thick undergrowth of the woods, leaving no trace as she navigates the greenery. She bends over to inspect a small patch of trailing white flowers, rubbing the leaves between her fingers. "Dead Man's Moss, Mirabel's Seedling should be in season... if you can find any Corpseblossom, or see any Ghostpine trees, I would be very pleased." She tosses her ashy silver hair out of her face as she plucks a few of the flowers and tucks them in her apothecary's satchel.

Friday, April 5, 2019

Poetry - 3am

Poetry - 3AM

Speak no words.
     Offer no dreams.

 Let the play of clouds
             obscuring, stars
                 be your only indication
of

 b
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 a
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 h.

Monday, April 1, 2019

Life - Altschmerz

Life - Altschmerz

n. weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had—the same boring flaws and anxieties you’ve been gnawing on for years, which leaves them soggy and tasteless and inert, with nothing interesting left to think about, nothing left to do but spit them out and wander off to the backyard, ready to dig up some fresher pain you might have buried long ago.