My experience at the Earth Sanctuary chapel inspired me to go back into my old writing notebooks.  I think I’ll be pulling some of those pieces out to work on again, and I may share some of them here.

So if you read a piece with initials and a date at the bottom, just think of it as the Riddle Archives.

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Anger sparks electric around us,
heating the air until it lays thick
on my lungs, squeezing every bit
of peace from my body.
Words strike my arms, my face –
their lashes bring tears,
moving swiftly over ugly welts.
Soon there is nothing but
two furious flames and a void
that’s on fire with things
better left unsaid.

– ljg 1991