Month: May 2018

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  “Neither man nor death can coax him to move with purpose. The wind can’t carry his dreams. The road will forever be endless. Perhaps he’ll be late to his own grave. Still, his intentions unknown to himself. Even lies have depths of truth.” Alphion     Di’Marco grimaced, turning away from the rising sun…

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Prologue

“Oh, Goddess of Honesty—Alphion, recite to me the heroic tale of the famed sloth minstrel, Di’Marco. The very same who has fought valiantly without a sword; known for outwitting death; where every village and port know his name and deeds; and a suitor who prefers older women while their fertile daughters look on with heartbreak.…

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When I write

When I write, I’m free— Free to be and do anything.   I can lie or tell the truth adding a dash of charisma too. Line by line, I debate the scheme to rhyme. Still, I’m free.   I abuse the structure of free verse and consider it a curse. Using adverbs copiously, elegantly, and…

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