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Concept GardenerLife is a
theory based on
fact proven every time
this time, regardless of
improbability.
The fact that we are
concept gardeners harvesting
epiphanies we haven't realized is
irrelevant.  Our existence is
predictable, it is our outcome
that will define us; it is the
wrath incurred that will
be remembered.  The rest will
be lost in
stories on other
planets, far over-told and
ever further from the
truth of it all with
each telling.

Those planting seed beds of
grey roses made of ash lay
glass paths for the
pickers searching for the
sweet apple tree that will
save the clouds and
rain and sky for
the chi
Violet SunsetShe speaks because
there is no one to
not hear her; she is
alone with the
violet sunset and the
wind in the leaves (and
her hair).

She has cried rivers so
deep and
    w  i  l  d    
they have carved giant
caverns throughout her soul in which
she never considered
traveling or
planting roses to keep the
lions at bay.

Against a tree overlooking
her life (or
the ocean) she wonders who to
blame for her
sadness before she uses them to
justify a happiness she had
denied herself and
filled her lungs with the
pollen of freedom (and
finally understood the
p
Grey ManI went to the first
farmer's market with the
anticipation of a child awaiting a
gypsy caravan.  Beside their
cars and trucks, under
tents, inside horseless carts they
barter wares and goods so good they
make my mouth water and
imagination run wild...

...but on the corner is a
creation filled with life and
stillness all the same, untouched by
wind, graced by sun flickering
through the tree.  At the
Grey Man's feet, a
small box of
glittering change and the
flakes of marveled minds as
he tips the hat his hand
held to so stoically, eyes
alight with a beating heart and
iris' as bright a green as
the tree that shades his back
A Regina FiddlerHe had found the only
acoustical house in the
square that had shade.
In the small darkness he
turned a melancholy into the
air that matched the
look in his closed eyes.

As he and the fiddle made
love in the street, my
world couldn't help but
s  l  o  w   and I
listened to every glorious
reverberation and deciphered their
song until it was
the fiddlers we who
swept quiet tales to
deaf ears.

When I realized my story was
still playing out in
real time, I cherished
the feeling of my love's
hand in mine, entwined
fingers steady to a
soundtrack for our lives.
The Awakening - Chapter 5 The old woman moved with a vibrant youthfulness to bind the dazed Tzarian.  She wrapped his hands with thick vines that had been weaved into rope and bound his feet with the same length of material.  He stiffened and breathed with his mouth agape when she draped a rough rucksack bag over his head, blurring his vision in the rising sunlight.

Atoli found his mind blocked, his hands numb and his muscles seemingly rooted to the earth; as much as he struggled, he was not able to move.  He heard Nanna's voice as though she spoke in the hollow caverns of Drak'Az, her words having a metallic ring to them, "Is it a strange feeling?"  He tried to an
The Awakening - Chapter 4Atoli woke to the tickle of soft hairs against his face; he had fallen asleep on the back of his mount.  She lay quietly whispering to Noro who stood nearby, the sound like that of lions consorting in the depths of a savannah night.  He slid down her silken fur and stretched out as he greeted Noro with a weighted smile.

Noro smiled and nodded his head, "Adeena and I have been talking."  Atoli lowered his eyes as he listened to his friend and noticed something drop to the ground as Adeena shifted.  "I have already given orders to my people to prepare for war, but we must seek out those who may enhance our forces.  Arnak is the closest, though

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