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The Eye of the Storm: PrologueThe weather in Arizona was always fairly constant throughout the year. Heat was present, of course, but after living there for so many years its easier to feel the air as a comforting warmth rather than a blistering oven. Our front yard was covered in brown grass. So was our neighbor's. More or less, the entire block, the entire city of Tucson, shrouded itself in brown grass or rough and grisly sand.
In retrospect, every place I'd seen in the area was that color of deep orange brown, as if the Red Rocks surrounded each square block of the city. Even now, thinking about the school buildings or the recreational swimming pools, everything seeme
Snow AngelStars are quiet.
They don't say a word.
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Snow whispers when it falls.
But so quietly no-one hears.
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And like them, I am also quiet.
No-one is listening.
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I lay myself down to the frozen ground.
Earth is sleeping.
Having one eye still open waiting for spring.
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I have both of my eyes closed, but I am listening.
I hear nothing.
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I start moving my hands slowly.
Snow rustles.
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I notice my legs moving too.
Not in sync with my hands.
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I made a snow angel. But I don't stand up to look at what I have made.
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I keep lying inside the angel.
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I am where no-one but the stars can see me.
And there.
Ther
Aristotle Got It Right"By nature,
we are all political animals."
I deem this norm-owl, for my ears
listen in earnest dog-mantic predictions
which stretch out pass the fiscal cliff;
like an ELE-infant based upon distance.
Abandoning divinity for Maud-lien attempts
to reduce pressure through oppression - tense;
like a turtle shell. . . coral-lading communes
in prides of prancing ant-elopes.
'Tis his-story acquaint to the oystered-us
in speech, in skill and in pursuits of free. . .
dumb. Chirped from post-poaching sea-sons
hunting up for those who mar-sue, people.
Charlie fox-plot towards the pleasure
mauling - hue-main Hun-duress;
disowning. Ri
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