I write poetry and bite-sized fiction, which Ficly is perfect for.
I was born in the late 1970’s in the USA. Currently a software analyst and programmer.
Stories
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Touch (Come and Go)
The overlap is imprecise, but exquisite; as perfect as any thought we share- hearts beating, the pair divided but occupying the same space; feeling you inhabit me, limbs and chest and all, your mind in mine, mine in yours. Distance is great. and a thou...
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arrival
I surrender to this perfect chaos; all things are now possible, all doors are worth opening and there is no fear. Life begins again in a parallel universe where miracles occur, arriving like stars exploding, touching down in my mind like meteors. And...
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Elemental
Sunset burns a sideways fire, halted at our feet as we stand on the dune barrier, sand grass surrounding. Long shadows merge with our fingers, touching one at a time, slipping between slowly- exhaling the breath of the ocean, the waves hushing themselv...
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Vanquish
It needed to die. There. I hear you, slug. First Lieutenant Mason Witriet thumbed his safety off for the tenth time since leaving his grounded cruiser. The slug that had brought his ship down was in this clearing. Underbrush shook almost imperceptibly ...
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Something Old; Something New
The planet had split and half of it had broken away; the city was resting on the clean edge. The towers of infinite height were made of inexplicable amounts of ivory, of dark stone, of black shining obsidian, of bone. They had sat and eroded there for ...
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The Fall
He looked ridiculous, dressed in a black cape and mask, boots, and a padded vest. His hair was wild, blown around by the wind; it matched the unhinged gleam in his eyes. He looked like he was just rejected from a masquerade ball for being too mysteriou...
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On poems
Poems need not rhyme though they may desire it. Like water desires a cup. And to be drunk, stumbling the streets of Venice, carousing and eddying. Poems are keys on the mind’s ring, unlocking, enabling, catalyzing. Images arise at will, spurred o...
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Go Children Slow
I go children slow. I sleep the sleep, I day the day. I sun the golden eyes of dawn, the green leaves filtering light down into my green grass carpet, action figures actioning. I nap. I wake and smile and Land of the Giants. I run I kick I jump I dig d...
