Winter Flower

The valley was a wintery tableau

buried beneath a carpet of freshly fallen snow

where a defiant flower bulb did silently grow

snugged in beneath the frozen ground

it didn’t wait for spring to come around

already emerging safe and sound

Flight

Icarus flew too close to the sun and his wings melted, but mankind’s desire to fly through the ages withstood mythologies warning. Tales of the old gods slipped into oblivion and were translated into technology… opening the door for new gods to worship.

All powerful Thoth, the Ibis God, gave way to airplanes and spaceships…the spawn of the transformation and worshipped by mortals who love flight. The natural world shifted and birds (god’s messengers) shared the skies with machines.

Mankind’s lust for flight takes each spaceship further into the cosmos in an endless search for the furthest limits of universes. 

 


Changing

The man in the mirror was changing every time Randy looked.

It was a slow transformation. His once calm and bland features turned into a landscape of worry wrinkles. His blue eyes became murky gray. 

He knew the change was about more than just growing old. Something was evolving in his mind. Something dark that slithered around his consciousness just out of sight. Fear of the other. People with different beliefs and colors.

Randy’s world, rooted in another era, was gone and he missed it so much it made him angry. Hate crept into his heart like a venomous snake.