Drink of the Sun, and be Filled

Each ping heralds arrival of another email, another notification, another tweet or blog or task or event or responsibility or celebrity scandal and each increases that tightness in your back that you’ve grown so accustomed to that you forget it’s there. It’s there. And once you feel it loosen, you’ll realize just how hypertense these […]

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Iceland’s Mysteries

Endless snowy bluffs in every direction sweep, and the sun has barely risen before it starts to set, bypassing its zenith entirely. Winds stir the snow-swept steppes and sing their lonesome melody. The darkening sky plunges the snow into deep shades of indigo, and the sun simply a band of gold nearly forgotten. Yet the […]

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Fireplace

clickclickclickclickclick (a moment of silence) With a soft whoosh the fireplace bursts to life. The flames don’t evoke the reaction in me or in her that we thought they might; the sight of these flames feels entirely different than the hopeless plight we felt in the hellish firelight just a few nights ago. No, this […]

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Life Goes On

Because we were delivered from Hell’s thronging forces, life goes on. Though the sunrise looks unnatural, a bloodred orb through the white haze, life goes on. Though we must wear our filtration masks at all times when not eating or drinking, life goes on. Though all we have to eat is stale cheerios, old fruit, […]

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Hot Spot

Because in the library last night I felt utterly helpless to do anything other than assure others in the firelight that everything would be fine and hope that my words were not hollow, when I saw a chance to make a difference I leapt for it. The hillside sloping up from Seaside dorm to the […]

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Ashes

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Devastator

The Thousand Oaks community *** Our Devastator left us bare Our Devastator left us black Our Devastator came with careless Fervor into the attack Our Devastator flickered red Our Devastator roared like Hell Its blazes left some of us dead And homes unrecognizable Our Devastator left us lame Our spirits broken but I trust In […]

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Building Blocks

I used to play with wooden building blocks,tried to build structures that would riseto great heights. But the blocks would fallprey to the world’s ever-present chains:my attempts to build were not freefrom the crushing grasp of gravity. Now that I am grown, the gravityof a situation sometimes blocksme from truly feeling free;I want to write […]

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Playing with Fire

Many children, especially boys,like to play God. They take in handa magnifying glass and hold it –just so – until a concentrated beamof heat from the sunlances to the groundto cruelly burn bugs to a crisp. We like to pretend we are in control.At the end of the day, though,Mother Nature puts us in our […]

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Atmosphere

1. The Eighth of November There’s a heavy air about the campus today. As I walk past my peers and professors, some with their faces downcast, others looking forward as best they can, they all greet me the same way. A slow, open-palmed wave. A prolonged twitch of the mouth: not a smile, it’s too […]

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