Exercising inertia

These are the wheels that turn and who is it that feels the turning? Only the wheels? I hear the chanting, see the fox the buffalo panting, the mist that rises above the morning lake this is the first of many steps I must take. In the sacred fire where the dreams lift me higher…

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Ex147

I have seen the dark eyes of the wolverine, she who walks through all my dreams and I have touched her even as I screamed her name and in the echoes became her partner…

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British Summer time

Rain, like beads of sweat rolling down the window, same as it’s always been, dripping almost silently to flow eventually into the greater sea from whence it came…

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The great depression

What is it with Monday? You tell me it’s a great way to start the week, I have to ask why? and why start it today? why not Wednesday? or better still, start it on Friday, that’d be the best way to start as you mean to go on. I go on wondering is this…

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