The God of Nothing

Ptolemy  the donkey,  laboured on like generations of her race had. Unwieldy weight she carried almost for perpetuity and the furrows below her eyes due to the salty tears were the only testament to the distraught being she was. Oh, her greatest of grandfathers in the land of the Levant hoping for a bright day in the future…

An Emotion Singular

Is one love a transient thought in the wind, Or is it just a hailstone melting in the rain? Does it exist only in the minds of fools, Because fools, beware, it may inflict great pain.   Does love ebb with the passing of time, And do emotions pass on to the next? Is the…

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The Ship

The deck has been scrubbed, the portholes are glittering, and black smoke is rising up the ship’s red funnel. Bobbing in the water, with its anchor’s aweigh, she certainly looks good to sail away. Cargo has been hauled and the sailors are raring to go to sea and reach distant lands. The quartermaster has a…