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He made the stars also.-Gen 1:16
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Alican in freefall, please

Darn that dream! When will the blues leave? The peacocks are in the garden, Sandino... And every time we say goodbye the angels wonder why we cry if only words were circular whims and syllables were auld peregrines then cords of wood in January ice could shelter the intermittent lights of dreadnought cranes heading south to Piper Key a little edge of paradise along the ever-rolling sea is what the Limehouse Tribune says to me

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1806 deviations
Literature

Alican in freefall, please

Darn that dream! When will the blues leave? The peacocks are in the garden, Sandino... And every time we say goodbye the angels wonder why we cry if only words were circular whims and syllables were auld peregrines then cords of wood in January ice could shelter the intermittent lights of dreadnought cranes heading south to Piper Key a little edge of paradise along the ever-rolling sea is what the Limehouse Tribune says to me

Featured

676 deviations
Literature

Panhassett

in my mind is another country running wide-open in the snow, sun, and rain it's old to us in the world but it's new just the same vibrant vintage melodies of laughter, love, and pain tall grass grows at the edge of town hiding the rails that run away forever a whitewashed shack stands by a sycamore grove exuding straw-strewn silence from its dusty heart a water tower stands at the east end of town a windmill stands at the west the blades carve the sun going down loneliness runs like blood on the ground on Friday afternoon the wind came around rawboned and dry wending mid the pines hello old son it's been many moons since last we spoke- said the wind as he caressed a longhorn skull bleached white from the sun yes it has I replied- my voice a scarf of blue grey smoke the wind spoke in shadows- of dappled Iowa poplars of Kansas City railheads of Powder River coal drags of empty two-lane blacktop in Nevada of an abandoned farmhouse on the

My Daily Deviations and DLD's

13 deviations
Spring No. 10

Nature

207 deviations
Deep Red

Machinery

208 deviations
Old Valley Road

Literature 2

84 deviations
Literature

Roaring Bones

In a house of rock I sit; the rooms drifting over with windblown sand. Rivets in a rusty tiger's mouth He spits them into a furnace of gold Where fire-tulips burst into a flash of life And are gone Their afterimage on the eyes All that remains Tea leaves blackened in a cyclone It swept up the dirt path today Cleanly ate the garden, it devoured the tender shoots Sucking the young carrots out of the ground Chewing the cornsilk like mossy taffy Then I shut the cupboard And it was gone The flowers are singing again They sing of the Great Wall in China Of dynastic will to conquer and dominate Of history and ancient blocks of stone Quarried fro

LITERATURE

320 deviations
Literature

Rhapsody In Zero Gravity

Is deep space silent? Amid the revolving spheres. In perpetual night. Or does God whisper? Echoing across light-years vast. Filling the void with song.

DFC 2012

1 deviation
Literature

Fare Thee Well: 70214

Entry No. 74: We've been out here for nearly three months now, drifting in this solar wind. I had hoped to see you again, Lauren, but that cannot happen now. Soon the shockwave from the supernova will reach us. The end will be quick. You're strong; raise our son to love God. I love you.

FFM July 2014

1 deviation
Literature

firefly

soft gentle whisper-touch the campfire murmur of the firefly perched on my collar glowing in beauty temporal, innocent, finite beauty that whispers do you know asks the firefly no, I do not I reply and we sit there and he flits through the velvet black the jeweler's cloth of a July night we listen to the breeze mingle with the white pines the maples are laughing the sound of their leaves is a purity that man cannot attain to gentle the moon barely glides as the embers pop and crack sparks rise into the cool air free-agent ripcords of fire the fireflies watch them go jettisoned into the cosmos the firefly and I wait

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97 deviations
He Never Returned...

Circus Trunk

34 deviations
Literature

The Heart

A heart A mysterious organ, that Black chords threaded with alabaster In surreal unison Harmony Then Dissonance When it breaks apart Shattered as icy water filling a red-hot glass No needle and twine can sew this together again No The heart Though vast in its machinations Its...desires and lusts It proves inadequate to deal With a sudden loss of both A beautiful, unspeakably intelligent, gorgeous individual And also the loss of A piece of itself...when that person goes, a literal piece of your heart goes with them. Forever

Ace of Spades

41 deviations

Stan's Photos

326 deviations
Literature

Wasteland

I turned and there was a man, He began to help us scavenge. "My brother had a gun," he said "It was a 600 bore." I only looked at him in reply. "See that tree over there?" I followed his gaze as he pointed at a power pole, it's muddy red-black girth was massive even at a mile away. "Yeah." I replied. He turned back to me with grin of surety, "It would take that right out." "You don't...you mean cut it in half?" He nodded. "Yup." I stood there a moment longer and had to add that time-honored qualifier of mechanical superiority over mankind. "Then it'd take ya right out, a man that is." "Heh! You ain't kiddin'." He stuck out his

Scraps

29 deviations