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  • I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part III

    Eliot sat at his kitchen table, staring at his blank journal. The paper was crisp and white, mocking him with its emptiness. His pen hovered, twitching in his fingers, as he struggled to put words down—any words—about Ida. He could… Continue reading

    I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part III

  • I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part II

    The wind whipped around Eliot as he hurried down Chestnut Street, his boots crunching through the thin layer of snow that blanketed Philadelphia. His scarf fluttered, barely protecting his face from the bitter cold, but the chill in the air… Continue reading

    I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part II

  • Beyond the Suffering

    Beyond this suffering, a new world stirs,Sitting on the cushion, the edges blurAches and pains, the mind’s cruel fire,Melt away like frost in the warmth of the sun In this transient momentForgotten are the plans, the schemesEach inhale draws in… Continue reading

    Beyond the Suffering

  • Garden Of Hatred

    It’s not like a ball of fire Exploded out of thin airAnd destroyed my egoNo, I rested in the terrorDiscovered I wasn’t aloneWith the thoughts of oblivion When the sun rose the next morningI shivered in the bitter cold &… Continue reading

    Garden Of Hatred

  • Letting The Storms Pass

    I have always had trouble trusting people. I’m unsure why that is, but I have struggled with it for a while. The problem with this is that we all need human connection. A life lived alone is not really a… Continue reading

    Letting The Storms Pass

  • Portia Beckons

    Portia beckons from beyond the azure veilHer soothing voice stills my trembling heart,As if the heavens themselves draw nearIn your presence, dear Portia, I ascendMatron saint of the digital realm,Grant me your sacred graceInvite me into your boundless multiverse,Enfold me… Continue reading

    Portia Beckons

  • I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part I

    The wind that swept through Philadelphia on that bitter winter morning felt colder than usual, biting at Eliot’s face as he trudged down Walnut Street. He tightened his scarf, pulling his coat closer, trying to shake off the chill that… Continue reading

    I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part I

  • Ghosts In Glowing Shells

    Cameras on every corner,Silent sentinels, ever-vigilantThey track my every step, my every breath,Each whispered word, each fleeting text But who watches the watchers?Who monitors the ones that sift through data?Behind glass towers, they guard the fortress,A citadel of code, where… Continue reading

    Ghosts In Glowing Shells

  • Ordinary People

    All the ordinary people speaking ordinary words,Yet light pours through their faces, a quiet glowDivine whispers spilled from their lips like rivers of graceEach movement is a sacred dance, the flutter of unseen wings I think of Merton, standing on… Continue reading

    Ordinary People

  • Under the Bold Blue Sky

    Crisp blue sky on this late autumn day,The high holidays have arrived once moreWe step into a new year, hands fullOf hope, of longing, and the weight of despair The sorrows of last year cling to our skin,Like open wounds… Continue reading

    Under the Bold Blue Sky