Loss

  • In a dimly lit bar, a lonely man reflects on his troubled past while nursing a whiskey. He spots an old acquaintance, whose matured beauty stirs long-buried memories of their shared youth. Approaching her rekindles feelings of possibility, leading to a moment of recognition that opens the night for him.

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  • In a dimly lit bar, Maya encounters a mysterious man named Anthony, who intrigues her with a poetic expression revealing deep emotions and desires. As she grapples with her own feelings of fear and intrigue, she contemplates the nature of intimacy, longing, and the shadows that come with passionate connections.

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  • Seven deadly sins came from Roman Catholic theology as the seven vices that lead to other sins and immoral behaviour. Pope Gregory I first documented the seven great sins of humanity in the 6th Century CE.

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  • The Seven Social Sins

    Leadership is important in hard times. It’s the leader’s example that determines outcomes and the continuity of any effort. Without leadership that gains trust and shows compassion, we end up with what we have now.

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  • “That is why I write – to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.” Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept Recently, something caused a fundamental shift in my awareness of my conjured reality. I finally began acknowledging my time was short on this angry blue planet. In an…

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  • Love and Other Maladies 4

    My Love is a Rusty Old Backhoe Dirt polished fingers of steel Dig deep in your velvet softness Scream to me how it feels Ice sky tinges your mounds Pulling furrows in straight lines Push deeper in furtive ground I pour my intention in your furrows Build storm walls in your newly plowed mind Weep…

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  • Noble Virtues

    When Anne and I fell into the rhythm of Anne’s dream and my mission, we bonded in a way that transcended all our challenges. We met each day with a joyous heart and gratitude for each other.

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  • She could not hide from my intuitive power as I sensed she was no longer present, even when her body succumbed to orgasm and the fog of closeness and sweet words.

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  • I learned so long ago from an abandoned child whose life trajectory proved that if you believe in yourself, others will too.

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  • My mind played in vignettes with no music or sounds of sweet words, just those haunting large brown eyes above freckled cheeks so soft and smooth. It seemed an assault to me to abrade her skin with my beard and calloused hands.

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