Tag: dVerse
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Interstellar Last Stand, Part II
(Part I) While Stellar-Guard forces die among the stars defending Earth, I & my crew face our end half a galaxy away. In a wormhole separating a peaceful, pre-space-travel civilization from genocidal mauraders. The signal I followed—Earth’s last, best hope—may have led my own species to extinction. But what other choice did I truly have?…
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A Dragon’s Visit
Why are you trembling? Did you not yearn for me? See my blue and turquoise scales glitter in the sun. Hear the wind whistle around my sleak, serpentine form. Feel the rain I bring soak your naked skin. Haven’t you wanted me? Did you not crave power? Were you not thirsting for control? What is…
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Interstellar Last Stand, Part I
A liberated Earth faced a desperate struggle. A faint signal from the Alpha Centauri system offered the only sliver of hope we could expect. So Guardian Command ordered me there. Little did I realize that voyage would lead me half the galaxy away, and confront me with the impossible choice: Lead my ship on a…
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An Electoral Paschal Mystery
I felt the tightness in my chest at Costco. Fresh tension contracted my shoulders as we passed through aisle after aisle. My “I voted” sticker rested on my new burgundy shirt. But so many of the shoppers I passed had none. first misgivings not even closed yet the polls We watched the elction coverage that…
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An Adirondack Autumnal
The trail meandered up and down the gentle canopy floor along the base of Haystack Mountain. We wandered through a radiance of yellow, orange and red as our path gradually ascended. Soon we would ascend one of the steepest approaches to a summit that we ever traversed. We’d halt, huffing & puffing, wondering if we’re…
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Equinoxal Equilibrium
Alex taught us of the undesirability of being “double-weighted” when practicing tai chi. “Flow from one form to the next, shifting your weight from one leg to another,” she would profess. How extraordinary that our sister, Mother Earth, denies her advice twice each year. this balance of light and darkness… coyfish turn my own late…
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An Immortal’s First Education
I was just a boy—& still mortal—when I saw my mother take up the sword. A band of raiders from the cragged shores breached our walls. Two of them approached her, a savage hunger in their eyes I would learn much later. They never saw the flash of steel that severed their throats. A glance…
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Metamorphic Exemplars
The last full week in August. The swan song of summer vacation. A flock of Canadian Geese in V-formation flew southeast late last week. & while a return of summer heat sizzles the Westchester County communities along the Long Island Sound, oak and maple leaves began falling. That’s why there’s a poignancy in seeing the…
