What did the serpent whisper that split the world asunder in that distant, long-past time? He chose his words carefully, knowing that the future mayhem of this planet depended on the words he spoke. Clever, diabolical being — He leaned close to the cave man’s…

Hour 15 Prompts… Prompt 18: The Beginning Write a poem set before the world as we know it came to be. It can be set in the blackness of space, it can involve the big bang or genesis, or anything you imagine. Prompt 19: The…

Picture this: four children on a playground, Gathered around a freshly discovered corpse. The bee had buzzed, surely; Had lived, had laughed, had loved; And so the only appropriate response was clearly To bury the creature, fallen leaves for a shroud. It had not, to…

The ships have sailed on solar wind, Earth is the dusty relic and we are left. And for past generations There was an eternity of tomorrows And we, arrogant descendants, Assumed life was forever. We’re waving goodbye as the last ships Burn an old ochre…

a thick hush rolls like fog across the mountain a wavering moonbeam cuts like a knife through the tall fir a shadowy figure stands like a statue on the dock a slow hand lifting coffee filled canteen breaks the spell.

“The Beginning” Darkness hides the light… yet, the light was always there. An atom… a star… a Milky Way; No name to describe … me… us… the spark that will lead the way. We … us … rise up and shine brighter and brighter! The…

It’s all true, you know. Surely, at some level, you know. Your God and my God and all those “other” Gods are One, are different interpretations of the same divinity. How startled we will be on that last explosive day to see “Them” ascending right…

Gather around children let me tell you a story about Zero, the most powerful number in the universe. In the beginning, the quiet was interrupted by a stillness called Zero. Zero was born out of a life force like no other. So strong Zero didn’t…

Once upon a time, I defined love As acting in the best interests of the beloved. While that is still sometimes a thing I can believe, It is not something I can believe constitutes all of love, Or even the most meaningful parts – As…

Parched and twisted, my mind reflected the desert surrounding me this last year, emptied and lost. The sun there scorches and thins all it touches, a child’s plastic rattle half buried in the ocher dust shattered in my hand when pulled, brittle shards, and I…