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A Forest Portrait.
by Ian G Graham. The soul of the forest is open to the fullness of its meaning. Soft, sharp colors that shape and bend its destiny. Colors splashed twice, three times laid… indelible. Wandering misty moods thread an elegant tapestry in the tunnels of consciousness to be stumbled upon in dreams. All this for one […]
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For The Love Of Ted!
by Ian G Graham. My first love was a scientist – a strict materialist – feelings she expressed were sharply crafted with the precision of Ockham’s razor. I felt completely captivated by the power of Jacinta’s intellectualism and deeply moved to offer her my heart and hand in marriage. Ted I will marry you, she […]
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Polyphagous.
by Ian G Graham. After 100 years the monster Polyphagous was aroused from an induced coma and with ravenous hunger and despair, he pleaded with his captors for freedom – to save the human race from its worst enemies, generosity and poverty. Polyphagous argued that his freedom was important to humans. even if it was […]
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Retro-Glimpses…
by Ian G Graham. I look up down and around for the child I knew now gone. Shock and surprise was profound as heaven left my infancy growing caused uneducated guesses spawned by tearful accidents tears swallowed in fears in a world accented with the senses elders looked on with forlorn hope. […]
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The 3 Day Quote Challenge: Day 3!
My final day of the challenge. Thanks for your support my fellow bloggers…. NB: I can only see 5 quotes here but I do think they’re good ones.
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The 3 Day Quote Challenge: Day 2.
Thanks to those who responded to the day one quote challenge. Keep the good stuff rolling in. Here’s today’s quote…
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I-Myself-My-Myth!
by Ian G Graham. Myths ><>< soul mirrored in eternal flames, eternal actors dance in concentric circles where they remain, born of red clay cracked – faces in primal slime. imprisoned in revolving tragedy, unknown to the harness of time, Myths><>< long universal arms of pure lighted consciousness, burrowing through muddy flats of reality, […]
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Moonlight Lines Written in Cottesloe Forrest…
by Ian G Graham. It’s calm tonight… a quiet- caressing- breeze- dusts my face, cleansing the brush of haste, transcending minute regrets. I locate myself in the vastness… of stellar twilight, of strewn stardust, of eternal force. Moonlit clouds capture tonal grace… But depths of night rapture, wear a mask of hollow […]
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Wakefulness
by Ian G Graham (image source: Pinterest) Muted gold, crimson rusty leaves sever the bonds of bark and bow. In warm light drifting towards a silent soft bed they brush my damp face seeking permission to find another embrace. The arms of Gaea spin, till, stirring in the earth deep awakenings, closures, […]
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