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The morning swallowed the shifting lights spread across the landscape.  They wavered and then disappeared as the darkness overtook them.  Clouds blotted out the stars and the rolling fog took care of the rest.  Nothing existed beyond the puffs of my warm breath in the cold air.  The silence of loneliness thundered and echoed in my mind.

Just one of the tricks we allow ourselves to be deceived by.

The lights, the noise, the teeming masses of civilization were still there even though they couldn’t be seen.  But that brief moment when the world goes dark is enough to send our thoughts into waves of panic.  The what of our simple routines crashing down were replaced by the how of the struggle of survival to come.

The entire course of our existence changes in that instant of doubt and fear.

The fog lifted and the glare of our presence, the sheer volume of the evidence that we are here, that we are alive, that we matter, temporarily blinded me with its sharp contrast to the darkness that previously held sway.  The clouds moved on, and the stars twinkled in response and mockery of our feeble displays of might.

Our stubborn ignorance and naiveté are what keep us from slipping over the edge of insanity.

The promise of the sun softened the darkness loitering on the horizon and I fell back into my daily routines.  All was right.  All was well.  My path and purpose in the world were true to me again.  Careers and love and the pursuit of happiness regained their position of prominence.  Nothing mattered more.

Even when the sun blocks our view of them, the stars laugh at our ignorance.

I played my part in our economical game of charades dutifully and then made the reverse trek to the square of concreted nature I call my home.  I hugged my wife and played with my child, emboldened by smiles, laughter and fellowship.  I went to bed content that I was living life to the fullest.  I wanted for nothing.  I mattered.

Just another trick we allow ourselves to be deceived by.

Shall We Play

Come one come all
hedge your bet.
Who can resist
a game of Roulette?

Spin the wheel,
watch the ball
land on your number
you win it all.

Spin the wheel.
watch the ball
miss your number
you lose it all.

Spin the chamber,
gun in hand.
Pull the trigger
does bullet land?

If no,
you live for another shot.
If yes,
your life, it ends on the spot.

Open the bottles
with spirit and pill.
Scoff at the odds
they’ve been with you still.

Pick the right combo
you’re light in the head.
Choose the wrong combo
You will wind up dead.

Come one come all
and hedge your bet.
Who can resist now
a game of Roulette.

In Other Words

I’ve felt the lick of flames as a fire ate the earth.
I’ve felt the crackling energy when the heavens flash ablaze.
I’ve felt the wind pushing against me on Whitney’s edge.
I’ve felt the ground quake, swell and drop.
I’ve felt the powerful pull of The Pacific’s rip,
When all it would take is a slip,
And endless waves would wash over top.

I’ve known a cold hearth,
Ironic praise,
Depression’s dregs,
Pain that doesn’t stop,
And heartache’s whip.
This world is a crazy trip.
We aren’t players, we’re the props.

Perhaps you don’t like how I see the world,
Or the words I sprawl across the page,
Calling out its brutal risks and challenging ugliness.
We are allowed to have differing opinions,
And that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends,
As we bend for or against different trends,
While we spin on,
In a flawed beauty,
That knows no comparison.

Just because the world is a mess doesn’t mean it isn’t beautiful.
It isn’t fair and it isn’t supposed to be.
The chaos and pain, the danger and tragedy,
Make it sparkle and shine all the more.
From shore to shore,
All you have to do is look,
And the glory and beauty will fill you till full.



My muse.

My inspiration and creative outlet.

They left me.  Eventually, they always leave me.

There’s nothing left but the gun in my hand.


Pressed against my temple.

I pull the …


Word Count: 33

The Trifecta Writing Challenge is stepping away before they lose the passion that has been the driving force over their run of prompts, critiques, and community building.  This week they offer their final prompt:

“For the final challenge here at Trifecta, we considered some flash and dazzle, a wild prompt to send us off with a bang. What we realized was the most achingly beautiful, haunting and dazzling words we’ve read from our brilliant community have been the ones you chose when you were given the freedom to write with abandon. So we’re lovingly, and eagerly, placing the choice in your hands. There’s no topic, no word, just a free write. Go anywhere your mind wants to travel. Take us there too. Just make it count, leave your blood all over this page. Thirty-three words exactly. Of course. We couldn’t end it any other way.”

I will definitely miss their prompts and the challenge to come up with something worth saying in so few words.  And you, dear kingdomites?  Can you leave your blood on the page in 33 words?

tell me if you dare

Did you notice?  Did you care?
Will this suffice?
Is there even anyone out there?

The words are.  They never leave.
They whisper, “You’ll go far.”
But leave me on my own to achieve.

I was quiet, mostly.  I tried to hold my tongue.
I battled my doubts valiantly.
I have no idea if I won.

I’m still here.  I guess that’s something.
Though here has me riddled with fear.
And I believe my resolve is crumbling.

Did you notice? Did you care?
Was there something you missed?
Tell me if you dare.