This breeze flows freely
But gales erase ev’ry thing
Trees? Sad bowling pins
Spark is ignited
Fire consumes all of our hopes
Blazing through all things
Tide rises swift ly
Tsunami of deep regret
Swallows rejection
The cycle of life:
To dust, man, shall thou return
Earthworms gnaw your flesh
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Andrew Cairns
Andrew Cairns is the pen name of a writer of fiction in diverse genres, the odd poem when inspiration strikes, & contrarian social commentary; a technologist who enjoys an otherwise private life with his family & friends in the subtropics.
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"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
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