Stories in Verse and Prose

Every day a new story comes to life. Most of them remain unwritten. But some of them deserve to be put in writing.

True or fictitious, I jot them down. Some in prose; others in verse. And a few of them get their own tune.

You are

Holy and worthy, beyond any doubt Holy and worthy, our voices ring out Of a distant sweet voice too oft unaware Which dries out each tear and soothes every care: If I am holy, so are you If I am worthy, then you are too


Ashes, ashes, we all fall downAnd yet — if we doWon’t we be carried by the windTo every corner of the world?Won’t we descend on fertile soilAnd cause new life to awaken? So what if we fall?Let us be brought downThat we may dropThe unnatural yoke of gravityAnd be transformed, transported Weightless, wafting through theā€¦


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