"
Shattered blue crystals billow over my eyes
Like the hazy distorted vision of a fruit fly
Charred vacancies plow through the landscape
Unearthing enigmas from the tempered soil
The natural agent of illumination ignites gypson and honeyed highlights
Ripe lesions begin to expose steep bloodlines
Lights and shadows provoke animated tales for comprehensive minds
Sprouting seeds of villages or carnivals from induced patterns of twilight
And just as you get down to the short strokes
The sheer lighting shifts the shades of saturation
As a visual manifestation pulling my leg
Like a never ending movie of being mislead
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-- V. L. Gonzalez
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After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham5 days ago in Fiction
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