The Daily Planet

All day the noise of battle rolls, The skirmishes and wars, What peace or treaty can there be Between two worlds like ours?   Could I be lost in Venus, […]

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Dry Bones

(Written in honor of the city of Santa Fe, TX.) Aksana sat on the edge of the outcropping and cried. She was alone. The great commander, the leader of her […]

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