Tag Archives: JOT

In Shape

You don’t need to be in super shape to be a superhero Connor paused as he crossed the mirror, half observing and half admiring what he saw. Today’s workout had been nice; he had finally gotten three weeks straight of … Continue reading

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Mad With Desire

The market place was busy in the afternoon, but the maiden and the knight were able to walk through it uninterrupted. The watched each other faces as they walked, so occupied on their conversation that they paid no mind to … Continue reading

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Few and Far Between

I have to dig, because there is something down there I have to discover. Water is down there, but I don’t know how deep it is, so I have to keep digging. There was going to be a drought, so … Continue reading

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Island Boy

Island boy you are, running and digging in the sand nothing to check your spirit but the bashing swells of the waves; Each summer you’re growing Just as the heat warms the land. Island boy you are, the same face … Continue reading

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The Water Stays The Same

Something captivates me about how the river flows, never being in the same place at once. It’s frustrating, almost, watching it pour from one place to another, and this bank is merely somewhere in the between. I keep watching the … Continue reading

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Through the Mirror

The sun pours down from the sky, white light spilling into our vision as we row north. Those who have sunglasses are fortunate; those who don’t are simply unlucky for the day. As we reach forward, eyes are trained on … Continue reading

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A Cry Ignored

The sun shines through the four paneled window, its pale winter light bright on the bleak walls. A white fan hangs from the ceiling, blending in as it is unmoving above. Below the white trim, a dark pinkish rug runs … Continue reading

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