 | by Ciel671 words, poem Inspired by emotional bullies. In every community, they lurk with snide jokes, mocking manners, a lame kind of charisma. I address this to their followers. This poem was a healing to write--I hope it will be to read, as well..  $2.00 | ExcerptWho told you / who I was? / Who cast the shadow / of their own bitterness / across the vision / of your honest eyes? |
| by Ciel3,969 words, poem a tribute to JRR Tolkien. A series of poems celebrating Tolkien's Middle-earth: its history, its peoples, and the land itself.. Notes on the poems give some basic clarification for readers not familiar with the works of Tolkien.. $7.00 | ExcerptA time there was when trees were silver / and growing leaves were truly gold / and laughter light as lace, / of magic folk, made lyrics for / the music of the streams and breezes / and Mystery crackled in the air... |
| by Ciel332 words, poem from a dolphin point of view. three linked poems. Imagining the world-view of the dolphin in the highly-sensory environment of the ocean. $3.00 | ExcerptDive, dive, / descending / into darkness, / cool, / and cold... / and feel the hold / of the Embrace / that presses ever closer / in the greater dark, / the deeper, deepest blue... |
| by Ciel2,140 words, article journal entries w/ photos. Several days of close observation during a time of activity of Mt St Helens, a few miles from home.. When a volcano is going off in my back yard, I can't just sit in the house watching it on TV.. $3.00  | ExcerptI didn’t intend to sit here all night, but wanted to wait until it was quiet. Really quiet. Just in case there was something to hear. For a couple of hours, there was the constant ebb and flow of car traffic, about one vehicle coming into the area for every 5 or 6 going out, then one for every 3 or 4, and finally, hardly any traffic either way. From here, headlights show them coming either way for miles, and the hillsides contain and reflect the sounds. It was not until just after 8PM that I... |
| by Ciel2,207 words, short story short short, magical realism. a photographer's dream: getting the million-dollar image!. But at the end of the world, what is it worth? This short short story emerged from a dream I actually had. $3.00 | ExcerptWhen the moon came over the horizon, she came steadily, graciously, like a duchess gliding along a grand staircase. It was hardly an unexpected moment, it had been in the Farmer’s Almanac, this moonrise, since the asteroid that just missed Earth glanced off her and she began her slow elegant spiral inwards, the Duchess descending the stair... |
