May 29, 2009 in Wordsmoker Short Fiction
The line seems interminable. For a long time its been just this one fleeting image of you which I have become so obsessed with, that as Jackson says “… it was never clear, how far or near, the gates to my citadel lay; though I keep a watch on the distance, heaven is no closer than it was yesterday”.
May 12, 2009 in Wordsmoker Short Fiction
Steel and glass and rigidity of purpose, of course these were requisite materials.
Hard of heart, harder in appearance, wanting to share on a limited basis what was free for all.
May 12, 2009 in Wordsmoker Short Fiction
Steel and glass and rigidity of purpose, of course these were requisite materials.
Hard of heart, harder in appearance, wanting to share on a limited basis what was free for all.
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