Fiction Friday: The Monk and the Fisherman

The vow of silence wasn't hard for Chip.  He lived among the pines, spruce and aspen of the Apache Sitgreaves Blue Range Primitive Area.  The sound of wind rushing through the aspen leaves and the song of the swallows created an instrumental background that breeds a peace utter silence cannot.  Chip's life consisted of going... Continue Reading →

Hannagan Meadow In My Ear

warm sunlight on my chest cool high-altitude breeze on my face sun-kissed skin cool touch from wind songs of finch beckon in my ear rush of sound wave of air through Aspen Spruce and Pine wings a flutter thousands of reps per second green, blue shimmering wings in my ear inches from my face she... Continue Reading →

Monsoon

It's anticipation, buildup of precipitation, a descent upon the status quo not letting go but pouring out noise electricity kinetic energy rain bending branches and stirring columns of clouds. It's relief from beating sun hot, stinging sun.

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