Submissions by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
In the beginning, there was flame and the pain of not knowing why we burn.
Creation of Us- In Collaboration with Grace (Idryad)
I have only a scattered recollection
Of celestial musics
Half remembered
In moments
Of stillness
Missing what doesn’t exist
grasping floating shadows
reading distant hopes in clouds
nine fluffy seats
you remember that
In the ever ripening grip of nature
The bower of cyclic birth
Seems to gather about me
Anew
Fresh with possibility
Fraught with purpose
there, I etch my hopes
there in gentle repose my soul
reaching for something more
as tangible as dreams ...
Of celestial musics
Half remembered
In moments
Of stillness
Missing what doesn’t exist
grasping floating shadows
reading distant hopes in clouds
nine fluffy seats
you remember that
In the ever ripening grip of nature
The bower of cyclic birth
Seems to gather about me
Anew
Fresh with possibility
Fraught with purpose
there, I etch my hopes
there in gentle repose my soul
reaching for something more
as tangible as dreams ...
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The Death Sentence, Chapter One
The Death Sentence:
A novel of letters, lines and numbers
By
Daniel Christensen
**
Chapter 1:
Sequitur - before she passes on.
She often listens to music. These are good days.
She busies herself with cleaning. She fixes her hair. She puts on her lipstick. I got it at a local discount store, the kind of place where they sell little bits of everything for around a dollar. I try to find her the brightest red, or something near to it. Perhaps a crimson or dark pink. I work with what is...
A novel of letters, lines and numbers
By
Daniel Christensen
**
Chapter 1:
Sequitur - before she passes on.
She often listens to music. These are good days.
She busies herself with cleaning. She fixes her hair. She puts on her lipstick. I got it at a local discount store, the kind of place where they sell little bits of everything for around a dollar. I try to find her the brightest red, or something near to it. Perhaps a crimson or dark pink. I work with what is...
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This Low Circumstance
It was a beautiful night. Light fog, moon illumined mist hanging in the air, surreal as the domain of a dream.
Tears in the cheap linoleum flooring. Dust on the curtains, long undisturbed.
Tears upon my silent face, which has forgotten the warmth of breath, the wet press of lips and touch of fingertips. Duct tape on the holes of the heart I reside within, patches these thin arterial walls.
I listen for mom in the mornings. Make her a cup of coffee. Some toast with butter, maybe she is in the mood for strawberry jam.
Muster a smile. Ask her, Did...
Tears in the cheap linoleum flooring. Dust on the curtains, long undisturbed.
Tears upon my silent face, which has forgotten the warmth of breath, the wet press of lips and touch of fingertips. Duct tape on the holes of the heart I reside within, patches these thin arterial walls.
I listen for mom in the mornings. Make her a cup of coffee. Some toast with butter, maybe she is in the mood for strawberry jam.
Muster a smile. Ask her, Did...
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Brother Night
I wrote a few lines under the supermoon.
..
The evening is a welcome friend.
You are kind, perpetual, even of keel and sail quietly across the earth, content not to disturb its slumber, as do I, and so, you rest in the house of my heart.
I carry you in my breast pocket, where you nest in the daylight.
Feel you stir, in depths of dream, where my fingers fall over you, absently, in a soothing stroke.
Brother Night, carry the moon in your closed hands, where, like a butterfly in a jar, she will dance, impatient...
..
The evening is a welcome friend.
You are kind, perpetual, even of keel and sail quietly across the earth, content not to disturb its slumber, as do I, and so, you rest in the house of my heart.
I carry you in my breast pocket, where you nest in the daylight.
Feel you stir, in depths of dream, where my fingers fall over you, absently, in a soothing stroke.
Brother Night, carry the moon in your closed hands, where, like a butterfly in a jar, she will dance, impatient...
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Sister Quill
Photo art is "Living Totem," By Mike Rosenberg
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All rights reserved. All trademarks are the property of their respective owners.
There is a Zen saying, "Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water, after enlightenment, chop wood, carry water."
Went for a walk in the cold dark. The man all sheathed in black, a constant stream of wind, ground wet with shadows.
Stop and stare at what visible stars have thrust their chins from the recessed...
© 2016 Hex Entertainment. Published by Hex Entertainment and Gameforge 4D GmbH.
All rights reserved. All trademarks are the property of their respective owners.
There is a Zen saying, "Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water, after enlightenment, chop wood, carry water."
Went for a walk in the cold dark. The man all sheathed in black, a constant stream of wind, ground wet with shadows.
Stop and stare at what visible stars have thrust their chins from the recessed...
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A House of Boundless Recreation
The sky is parched as powder, blue as a cotton dress that slurs whispered syllables as delicate feet beneath its train carry it along halls of fragrant pine, which house lustrous floors of cedar.
All the earth is limned with an illumined corona of brilliant breath. All these scents commingled in effluvient heights of ascendant air, bequeathed of beneficent stars, which ring with tones of living light.
Just beyond the genial umbra of day, stretches the torrential sway of perpetual night.
In a house of boundless recreation, my enclosed breath falls with...
All the earth is limned with an illumined corona of brilliant breath. All these scents commingled in effluvient heights of ascendant air, bequeathed of beneficent stars, which ring with tones of living light.
Just beyond the genial umbra of day, stretches the torrential sway of perpetual night.
In a house of boundless recreation, my enclosed breath falls with...
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40
https://youtu.be/MV_3Dpw-BRY
Yellow slashes dart through
The circle of headlights
Forward
Swathe
Of illumination
Wind dashes a circuit
Through the
Cab
So, this is 40
Cruisin
Sun Tzu
Smiles as the
Sun sets
Drowsily
West
Weary of drawing
Equatorial
Shadows
Across the dials
When I breathe
Out
Laughter
For Socrates
Who could not
Leave
The beloved city
I know
There was no life
Beyond the...
Yellow slashes dart through
The circle of headlights
Forward
Swathe
Of illumination
Wind dashes a circuit
Through the
Cab
So, this is 40
Cruisin
Sun Tzu
Smiles as the
Sun sets
Drowsily
West
Weary of drawing
Equatorial
Shadows
Across the dials
When I breathe
Out
Laughter
For Socrates
Who could not
Leave
The beloved city
I know
There was no life
Beyond the...
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Aftermath of Matthew
October 15th. 10pm.
We are home safe and our home is sound. Walked in by 3 ’O the clock, afternoon sun muted by gray clouds. Windy on the highway and in town. On the phone with cable company by 3:30. Services restored by 3:45. Brighthouse is expensive, but the service is prompt.
The last few days of my time in Virginia, I was calm. A stillness came over my heart, as it does in times when I must summon myself to the situation. I prayed for help and was answered with strength to help myself. This is the law of god.
Woke around 9 on Friday, out of doors around...
We are home safe and our home is sound. Walked in by 3 ’O the clock, afternoon sun muted by gray clouds. Windy on the highway and in town. On the phone with cable company by 3:30. Services restored by 3:45. Brighthouse is expensive, but the service is prompt.
The last few days of my time in Virginia, I was calm. A stillness came over my heart, as it does in times when I must summon myself to the situation. I prayed for help and was answered with strength to help myself. This is the law of god.
Woke around 9 on Friday, out of doors around...
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