The Port

We rejoiced with those who had the courage to set sail and break free from the frail foundations they had inhabited for so long. While there were tears, they were of the utmost joy, knowing that none would be forgotten, even those who chose to remain.

For them, there were plenty of symbolic white flags.


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The Collector

Words that she had guarded for so long, began to seep out from her heart. I think she was unaware, maybe she couldn’t hold them inside anymore. I gathered them together carefully, not wanting to overlook any one. I didn’t count myself as a hero, just as a presence to let her know she was not alone… and understood.


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The Mechanics of Time

It had been a while, in fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I had traveled. The machine stood in place, undisturbed. Returning to the past had taken its toll. I felt with each trip and return a part of me was lost, but I swore that I would find you again and that not even the forces of time would separate us….


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Lost Confessions

(Excerpted from a recently discovered letter..undated.)

My dearest love,

I can only hope the stars that I chose and sent to you continue to hold their shine. I look at the gaping hole in the night sky and miss the light of you emit in our everyday. I hope this letter finds you well and in good spirits. I myself, am of good liveliness within as thoughts of you carry me through this prolonged separation. The villagers here have been welcoming and generous in kindness. We can only hope that our efforts here are successful and help in the restoration and development of this and surrounding villages. The freedom fighters have long since left.

I know that in each letter I tell you but I cannot let this letter leave my hands without expressing to you how much I miss the presence of your being and the point of peace you represent in my life. I miss our little home and every thing that sits in its proper place there. Upon my return we shall sit close to the fireplace wrapped in a blanket, reacquainting our souls. Always know, my love that there is nowhere that I’d rather be than home with you.

Perhaps this will be my final mission abroad. The spectrum of settling down and living out our days together, grows larger..

No Names


We talked and we smiled. There were no romantic overtones, we just talked. We shared bits of our life, we didn’t exchange names, only what we hoped the day would bring. The soft scent of her perfume and the sincerity in her eyes stuck with me. I don’t know what if any impression I left with her, I believe we were what each other needed for that moment…

4 Line Stories: At A Loss For Words

Stammering and stuttering

We couldn’t quite express what we wanted to say

We were completely carried away by each other’s actions

Love seemed to amplify all we said and did

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4 Line Stories: Weathered Heart

The day was clouded with mystery

Although it was shaping up as a typical day

I’m guessing my heart was partly sunny like the sky

Looking around and within, I was missing you

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4 Line Stories: Divine Immersion

It started with an idea that parlayed into something more

And then they appeared to grow wings

Bystanders stood around in amazement, practically at a standstill

There are some occurrences that happen only once in a lifetime

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4 Line Stories:  Multitude 

One thought led to another 

Before I knew it they were flying high

A multitude of dreams crashing the sky

I looked forward to their realization, one by one

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