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Snake Eye CisTonight my lips
Taste purely of Tightly rolled Native tobacco The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
On Falling into a Vision“The human bird shall take his first flight, filling the world with amazement…and bringing eternal glory to the nest whence he sprang.” —Leonardo da Vinci
On the third day of March, I jumped and subsequently fell from an airplane at twenty thousand feet. Although exhilarating, this was not unusual, considering my addiction to the sport. However, a different kind of fall occurred within the skydive, a fall related to sleep, but it was not sleep as one would know it, for I experienced something that might have been equal parts dream, vision, and hallucination. After a temporary loss of consciousness, I was able to land unscathed, and, as with most dreams, I had forgotten the details of my experience, aside from some vestigial wind, similar to the nuisance of water-filled ear canals after swimming. Later, the word ‘angel,’ uttered by my girlfriend in late-night conversation, brought back into my mind the climax of the vision, a sort of messenger: I had seen an angel with a sun for a head, two pairs of wings composed of blue and gold feathers, and a body adorned with silver scales, like armor. Whether this angel said anything to me, I cannot remember, but I felt at peace, not on or of this world. Time, so notoriously relative, seemed stilled or stretched out. This was the only remnant I was able to salvage, albeit accidentally, yet the feelings accompanying it, the wind-whispers, the otherworldly peace, seem to have been ingrained into my being. Even more persistent was the apocalyptic fear I felt when recalling earth, the world I had left behind. How these emotions connect, and what they may signify as a whole, is beyond me. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
At the Water's Edge two steps at the water’s edge
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Sueño de AmorShe saw him in a dream one night--
Tender blue-eyed man Unlike any other. Mariposas tickled her insides As she roused ecstatic and appeased. Premonition foretold of his coming. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
We, the WolvesBy Julian Drury QuailBellMagazine.com I am a wolf, not a sheep.
Wolves are feared and plentiful, A focus of the shepherd's ills. We wait on the dirty street corners. There is always an opportunity, For us to seize when the times are interesting. |