fingernail tracing moon shadows
cast on your pale, white thigh
wondering why we must ever
only embrace this way in mists
scarlet tears, dry rain
Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash acceptance creeps
it was never this lot
to be, longing & only
i see
i see
i see
a flash of steel in
the full of bleak moon's
pale face fading
behind stormcloud doubt
an imposter waiting
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Campfire Sessions — 13apr25
Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash No campfires for me last night, I’d decided. Instead, I elected to wander away into the day that followed flame as I left the camp behind: Sun blazing on one side, Moon cool and pale on the other. Maple’s yellow leaves fell mystic around me, an autumn kind of sakura celebration lacking only the plum wine for the stream ran beside me, falling over stones and breaking white the reflection of the sky.
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Reads: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
The book authored by Phillip K Dick is also known as “Bladerunner”, after the movie based on the book was released in the 80s.
This isn’t my first read of the book, nor will it likely be my last. I’ve read it probably five times over the years, maybe more — always with long spells between each reading. And each time, I see something different, something new, in the story that I hadn’t picked up on previously. You’d think after so many reads, I’d have it mostly figured out in a relatively short book. Some of my thinking is influenced by current events surrounding cult of personalities (Mercerism, Buster Friendly), nuclear war without a known instigator, the rise of artificial intelligence (Nexus 6 androids) and, interestingly, the idea of empathy as something that needs to be reenforced and treated as a commodity.
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for the best
Photo by Ronin on Unsplash we ford streams under
between rime and rust
between night and dusk
running red at golden fall
drawing our arctic under
crone days stained pale
unbroken strides between
ash, birch and thorn
checking maps, we see we
have lost the trail
and that, my friends,
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back to sit
Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash somewhere along the path
i somehow lost my way
that was what
old craggy guy
was trying to say, just
get back to the sit...
an expert leading
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back to sit
Campfire Sessions — 12apr25
Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash Back to the campfire…
It the shadows and glow of the flickering ruddy flames, he looks gaunt, grey, and emaciated as he approaches and sits down. His hair, what remains on his taut pate, is a dirty white and as withered as he — scraggly, sparse and I can see more skin than hair.
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gone dust weary
Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash having gone dust weary
abandoned and wander
she took her hand
in her hand and said
to herself she was sorry
dry rot and wormed
greywood splinted there
at the edge and waiting
fiftyfive steps from the
line cutting old growth
from pale sky feathered
wondering should he
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gone dust weary
bed of leaves
Photo by Ronin on Unsplash fumble forgotten
feet tangle to fall
last lost dance in
the thin betweens
birch bark peeling
pale fog of dream
can you catch me
as i am falling
to lay me out on
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Eye-candy reading
Photo by Peter Herrmann on Unsplash I going to start reading something eye candy, I just haven’t decided which. Decisions can be hard when you have sleep issues like I’ve been having the past month or so.
I thought about doing another read-along, but the eye-candy element doesn’t really support discussion. I’m not talking about anything mentally deep or emotionally stimulating here. Well, one or two of my considered titles might be, but I don’t think it takes a masters degree in literature to decipher. Or even an AA degree.
Books I have on hand and I am considering:
- Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, Phillip K Dick (a reread)
- The Complete Witcher Saga (all the books), Andrzej Sapkowski (a reread except the last two available titles)
- The Black Company, Glen Cook (first of 12 books, unread yet, combined editions are available)
- Snow Crash, Neal Stephenson (I can’t recall if I read it)
- Neuromancer, William Gibson (a reread, but have totally forgotten)
I’m leaning towards either of the Witcher and Black Company series; the first to remind myself of the events surrounding the cannon lore around Ciri in prep for Witcher 4 (or Witcher 1 remake), the latter because I am feeling all grimdark. But the others are tempting tales too.
Maybe I’m just lacking in sleep, which makes anyone surly. Or maybe I’m naturally surly and the lack of sleep removes the mask. I was hoping eye-candy might ameliorate some of the darkness leaking out.
Of the above, which would you be most inclined to read? Quick quick, hurry hurry.
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Eye-candy reading
