BlogHide Resteemsresteemedzameena-zen (53)in poetry • 7 years agoAutumn's Sutra (original poetry)Autumn's Sutra autumn's breath lingers on neck like a sutra lost to sleep trees malting the vulnerability of a forest no other choice but to shed i pass reaching branches…mdbrantingham (59)in fiction • 7 years agoThe TheySaphora pulled my hand and told me not to be afraid as I followed her down the hallway. The first thing I noticed was that her voice wasn’t right, even before I understood her words. Her voice was…mdbrantingham (59)in fiction • 7 years agoPart One, Section Two: "Breaking and Entering"Phoebe slowed on Ventura Boulevard behind a gold and black VisionCorp Intrigue that had stopped in the left lane. For some reason, it was waiting to turn into the Whole Foods parking lot despite an…mdbrantingham (59)in poetry • 7 years agoHave you ever wondered about "poet voice?"Here's an interesting investigation of "poet voice" I found on Minds.com so I just posted the link.resteemedpaintingangels (65)in poetry • 7 years ago"Secrets to the Devil" (A picture poem)Run quickly, now, before the moon spills secrets to the Devil. She'll feed the wolves and wake the dead. She'll tell them everything I said. They'll lock me up and hold me down. They'll make…mdbrantingham (59)in poetry • 7 years agoWinter After a Poor Harvestmdbrantingham (59)in fiction • 7 years agoPart One: Section One "A Crescendo of Chaos"Myron Renault leaned against the office doorjamb, surveying his sector on a Friday afternoon. With less than two hours left in the work week, it seemed a managerial type of thing to do—an easy way…mdbrantingham (59)in poetry • 7 years agoINTERAXIOMSmdbrantingham (59)in poetry • 7 years agoANNA CRONOSresteemedzameena-zen (53)in poetry • 7 years agoLike Lavender (original poetry)Like Lavender Wisps of fog drape themselves like damp locks in tepid bathwater; strands of angel hair drying over northern mountains - the bare branches of coast bound trees comb…mdbrantingham (59)in poetry • 7 years agoMoro Rock, Sequoia National Park: 2013mdbrantingham (59)in poetry • 7 years agoKAWEAH GAP, SEQUOIA NATIONAL PARK: 2003mdbrantingham (59)in fiction • 7 years agoPart One "The Point": Section Ten "Settling the Score"START AT THE BEGINNING OF THE FIRST SECTION Soul and Tirion sat at the back of the Tendril Lounge, a high-end nightclub in the port of Ophir, the Empire’s colony on Avareen in the Durne…resteemedmelaniesaray (54)in poetry • 7 years agoUnfading.We were lost souls, empty bodies complete strangers, water fall we were verses never read, never written nights without sleep, days without waking we were words without pronouncing of those…resteemederodedthoughts (66)in writing • 7 years agoPsycho-social ~ A PoemA million feet marching, the silent voice Diversity embraced, unity by choice. Deaf ears hear the screams A never-ending world of broken dreams. The law of three will always beat…mdbrantingham (59)in poetry • 7 years agoELIZABETH PASS, SEQUOIA NATIONAL PARK: 1995Working up along the wall of the canyon The sun bright, reflecting off of wet stone, The air cool and dry. Three hours of climbing fell away below Down to the cabin with the tiny finger of gray…resteemedzameena-zen (53)in poetry • 7 years agoA New Age (original poetry)A New Age Nearing the brink of your gaze where a glance becomes a sequence of oblivion and your iris becomes my enduring night the world is turned inside out at the dawn of a new…mdbrantingham (59)in fiction • 7 years agoPart One "The Point": Section Nine "The Right of the Kill"START AT THE BEGINNING OF THE FIRST SECTION “Monsoon, this is Fort Wallace Naval Air Control. Over.” Wu’s eyes narrowed, focused on the targeting console. Shannon had served his purpose but…resteemedpaintingangels (65)in poetry • 7 years agoQuarantine [dead by morning]There's a doll in the toy chest preparing to fly and a man in the kitchen unstaining his knife. I'm on the bed with a ghost and some rum.. Lost is my way now, I'm broken. They won. I…mdbrantingham (59)in poetry • 7 years agoWHITNEY SUMMIT, SEQUOIA NATIONAL PARK: 1988.
