We walk in the worldwith steps faltering and learningoff balance more than notwhile muscles learn and grow… Time favors stepping outand hopping, running, skipping.dancing to musics heardboth within, without… Days and years passwith steps certain, confidentambling through a lifebut not in charge… Until the sudden daywhen all around the world shiftsgravity goes sidewaysstreams flow up, …
Author Archives: Ciel
Something Old, Something New…
Years ago I started writing a bio for a Live Action Role Play–a vampires game–and it got kinda out of hand. It grew to a point, then someone joined me to develop and write it further, and it grew by leaps and bounds… But that erstwhile partner left the project, just before I took it …
Denny’s: Crossroads
From Texas and Japan they come foran All American Breakfastsome looking for something different;some, for something just the same.Eggs and pancakes,sausage, bacon, toast…Hashbrowns!Exotic!Or completely not.
People Are Planets…
…that do sometimes collide.We explore those planetswhen we go insideanother person’s thought and feeling,discover whatthe silver atmosphere’s concealing:Different laws of nature may applyto different creatures under different sky. A world may be hostileto our hearts, our breath…May lead us far astray into confusions and delusions,even into death. Yet some planets doattract us by the soul,and …
The Madness of Kings
Every empire in the world has had its mad, its vicious, its authoritarian tyrants. Every age has had its times of social disaster, every culture its times of unbearable sufferings, of loss, of futility, of destruction by conquest from without or incompetence from within. Every Empire has had its own karmic debt, owing to bad …
Love’s Not Always Pink
Love’s not always pink–It’s what you feel and livenot what you think. Sometimes it’s what you giveor are allowed to takeor nothing you can havefor someone else’s sake. Love’s not always song–its voice not always heardor clear and strong. Sometimes it’s just absurdand makes no kind of senseOr it speaks without a word,has neither rhyme …
Looking for Spring
FIRST The longer daygrows it, cell by cell,pushing upwardsthrough the forest mouldinsistent… Rising warmthunfurls it–bashfulbut persistent–into the lastof winter’s chill: Shy and white,a singledog’s-tooth violet. 2009
Shadows
…shifting, drifting airs with faces and imaginary graces but never firming to the touch… Are you a shadow? Am I? Would you have me real? Or I, you? Shadows cast no pain, no joy. Their suffering is not real, their fading glamor, passing clamor, not much to be wondered at. They neither harm nor charm, …
Tolkien Tribute: The Bells of Dale
’Twas spring again in the Northern Landsand larks sang bright and clear,yet sorrow lay on the folk of Daleand little they knew of cheer. The daughter of Girion, Lord of Dale,lay sad under winter’s gloom–Like enough, all said, ere long,she’d lie winter-cold in her tomb. In deep despond young Giriel layand nothing could stir her willfor …
The Learning Puzzle
Imagine if kids loved learning… Imagine if we had loved learning. Consider how the educational system we grew up under has relied on long-obsolete notions and assumptions of the nature of children, how they learn, that they, by nature, resist learning. What they resist is the system, not the learning. But association kills the love …
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