The Streets of New York

The hustle and bustle of movement. The soft click-click-click of a pair of high heels. The loud and brash. The quiet and self-absorbed. The babies in their strollers. The innumerab...

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The sound of one hand clapping A still wind in the meadow Trees dancing together in the forest A violent creation at the end A peaceful destruction at the beginning A dry rain...

Tension

The tension builds, and builds, and builds. Then BAM! It breaks… like the levee overflowing, like the damn falling, like the beat dropping. Suddenly things are moving, the pace of...

A Hop, Skip, and a Jump

A hop, a skip, and a jump. That was how it was described to me. Easy, straightforward, and above all nothing that should be worried about. Yet as life always proves, it was more c...

Control

The moment he saw her he knew, he knew that things had changed completely. While we often think of ourselves as impacting events, we fail to realize that outside forces that impac...

The Death of a Shaman

The Shaman laid on the ground looking at the night sky. As he looked at the sky he contemplated his life. Did his actions matter? Was there some kind of cosmic order worth follo...