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Monthly Archives: May 2017
Green by Willow #midnighthaiku
Mathew knew that Rachel was in torment and needed him. He did not know where she was or even why she was desperately calling for him. He looked and the moon, it was full, that boded nothing but danger. The … Continue reading
The continuation of politics by other means.
Originally posted on Tallis Steelyard:
Politics, as practiced in Uttermost Partann, is something of an extreme sport. It is possible for practitioners to die in their own beds, but normally this is the result of an acute digestive upset. Death…
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Unexpected Shaman (5) – Life and Death on Kukulcan by Steve Tanham
The count had reached one forty steps by the time the newfound realised what was happening. Below him, the rising air from the plateau smelled, newly, of summer grasses and deeply-perfumed flowers. The sun, near vertical overhead, beat down with a … Continue reading
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Tagged Chichen Itza, consciousness, initiation, Kukulcan, Maya, Mayan, Mexico, modern mystery school, Yucatan
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A murderer by Sree #writephoto
Reshma peeped inside her daughter’s room; she watched her sleep for a while and turned around to leave when she found Avilash standing in front of her. “Why don’t you go inside?” He asked. “She doesn’t want to see me.” “Let me … Continue reading
Dulce et decorum est by Jim Webster
Reblogged from Jim Webster: This time of year can be difficult for the diligent Border Collie. All these charming lambs scampering about might look delightful but they’ve got no respect. As old Jess would doubtless have said, if she could … Continue reading
New Book – Forest Voices
Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:
I am pleased to announce that my latest book “Forest Voices: Whispers from the New Hampshire Woods” is now available at Amazon in paperback and kindle editions, as well as at Barnes & Noble,…
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Unexpected Shaman (4) – In the Mouth of the Jaguar by Steve Tanham
Really? A giant, black, Jaguar materialised from the south face of the Chichen Itza pyramid and thundered across the ground to devour you? On one level, it’s a preposterous thing to write; on another, it’s the heart of the matter. … Continue reading
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Tagged #Silenti, Ancestors, Ancient Sacred Sites, Chichen Itza, consciousness, Jaguar, Maya, modern mystery school, sacrifice
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Amazonia by Craig Towsley #writephoto
Owl and Raccoon took off their pith helmets and used them as cups, scooping water from the shallow river. They’d been exploring the jungle for weeks. Four days ago, a rock fall swept their guide, and most of their supplies, … Continue reading
Green with ivy
Originally posted on Jessica Bakkers:
February 3rd 1973 Raining again. Always bleeding raining in this hole of a town. Had to wear galoshes out to the crime scene, knew there’d be mud. I suppose it was a pretty spot. In its way. Old crumbling…
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