A poetic excerpt from my daily meditations called ‘It, Thou, I’, a focus on one object over time.
Author: alexis
Shifting Scenes
Conversations are forgettable
as soon as they happen.
Scenes shift like pieces of
a movie. Black flashes
break apart the moments.
Amateur Gods Pt. 4
The adventurers explore Cragmaw Castle, find the missing Gundren Rockseeker, and fight the notorious Glasstaff.
White Buildings & Narrow Streets
Yellow and green farmland tumbled past our windows as we sped along winding pavement roads. We pointed out a herd of goats and speculated all of our individual roles in the upcoming zombie apocalypse. The sky was blue and empty of clouds, the sign of another perfect day in Spain.
To Be Frank
A short essay on our experience travelling to Amsterdam, Netherlands and visiting the Anne Frank House. Take a quiet walk through this memorable and shared experience.
Pale Dots
Incessant moon that’s always missed
by city lights, whose signs kiss the darkness
and never let it be.
Yet there it is, palely reflecting
the star that cares little and less of our world.
We are specks on a blue dot and we are home,
but we don’t love our home.
The Pavement
Insightful little wreck,
With your stumbling pity.
You stand up in your high rise
looking down upon the peasants,
and you think, oh, how desolate.
How weak, how underprivileged.
The Levels of Dying: Part Four
Andrew chewed his nails nervously as he watched the hooded man approach him slowly. He sat on the edge of a wooden bench, surrounded by various strangers all rushing to one place or another in a scream of metal, footsteps and phone calls. The muffled intercom relayed the upcoming trains, but it was all but unnoticed by his pursuer, whose steady gaze bore at Andrew like no one else could. Andrew pulled his hand away from his mouth cautiously, and reached inside his right-hand pocket until he felt something cold, hard and smooth.
Why Are We Doing This?
It’s so easy to look at the world and the news and think the world is becoming a more violent place. We hear about bombings and be-headings, and we thank God they didn’t happen anywhere near us. A man shoots into a crowd of people in Vegas at a concert. A building explodes…
The Levels of Dying: Part Three
Marianne Dresnik and Ali Oswald, the Trapper and the Tinker, raced together up the final landing of the underground prison, narrowly avoiding two crossing guards as they passed under them. Red lights flashed and alarms blared on every level, and they had been lucky to encounter only a few adversaries thus far. Of the ones Ali did not take down with th