Ancient

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What's In Your Purse?

What's In Your Purse?

How quaint, did he mean wallet - must be a peasant,
albeit smart, although time stood still, so...

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THERE'S A RISING

THERE'S A RISING

Awakening is happening...

People seem to not be just settling...

Some say we don't need...

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Tales of Yggdrasil: Peace,...

Part One: Eternal Peace and New Order

Tales of Yggdrasil: Peace, Order, and the Rise of Humanity

In dawn's new light, the world reborn,
From Ragnarök’s night, a bright new morn.
Gone are the...

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I hanker and pine for wood...

I hanker and pine for wood burning stove weather

I haint no spring chicken,
("Buk buk buk buk ba-gawk!")
but in Summer re:
long in...

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Tales of Yggdrasil: Battle...

Tales of Yggdrasil: Bloodshed till the end

Tales of Yggdrasil: Battle of Ragnarök

In ancient times, when winters three, Without a summer’s warmth, we’d see. Fimbulwinter’s icy breath,...

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Tales of Yggdrasil: The...

Tales of Yggdrasil: Surtr, Fenris and Odin

Tales of Yggdrasil: The Fire, the Beast, and the Wise

In Muspelheim's forge, where fires blaze, Surtr stands, his sword a fiery haze. With flames that dance and...

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The North Sea Scrolls

The North Sea Scrolls

It was 4024 AD, they found some writings of history,
they seemed to be fools and waged war...

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Tales of Yggdrasil: Deeds...

Tales of Yggdrasil: Odin, Thor, Freyja, Loki, Heimdal and Surtr

Tales of Yggdrasil: Deeds of Gods and Giants

In lands of ice and fire's gleam,
Norse gods' tales, like a vibrant dream. Odin, the wanderer,...

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The Hills of Donegal

The desolate landscape of Donegal, born to be a script, a poem...

The Hills of Donegal

Large tufts of grass graze upon winter bleak, like ancient creatures mourning baron land.

I stand...

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Running the blade

Fingers

Something in the dark today
not in the lipsticks on display
not in the scars which played...

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peonies and prayers

Peonies set about in lonesome pots.
Starkly removed from the flower veds of home
Staggering...

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Italia

Italia

In Italy
When you order your meal it sounds like
Sophia Loren
Reading a menu with a...

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The English

The English

I'm one - they really think they're smart, lost the art,
of being decent, everyone's a foreigner,...

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First Cause

Is this real? Or is it a hologram?
is this a fabricated reality to impose certain contrived...

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First Cause

Is this real? Or is it a hologram?
is this a fabricated reality to impose certain contrived...