IN THE PEACE BY THE PURPLE PETAL

  Lather us in lazy, let us lick the honey from the purple petal, let us lay down dreams upon the velvet veneer of the plump peach, slip us into a dream of sleep where all language is lulled into a lake that lingers in stilled thought that tickles tongue upon first taste with the […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 14, THE RUSTLING

  Rustle rocks, the night has murmured to the soul; Peace cannot rest in the shade for long, it seeks but a sanctuary for a season, Eden could not flower forever, there were other fields waiting to be found as fertile, other apples begging to be tasted, other counties where curiosity wasn’t a closure to […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 14, AT THE RISING SUN

  Sandy shades of dust speckle the ground and gallant tones of green dot the landscape from which the scent of olives ooze, before mixing with the aromas of musk, distant Morocco and the comical smell of burning tires. At dusk, I was driven by a blind taxi driver, judging by his driving, along a […]

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