DDrokenss

“It’s over” I said to myself. I passed another line of pines before I noticed a chink in the grid. A smooth stone occupied a missing pine’s place. The rock rose a few inches above the dirt and then gave way abruptly like a miniature plateau. I sat on the stone and awaited my return to reality. Darkness crept around the far edges of my vision as I loosened my mind’s constructs. The pines above me waved and creaked. As my vision darkened I began to feel the sensation of my body amid a worn cot, fifth ...

My Burning Conscience

The tundra that surrounds Beechers Brow no longer knows a soul. Countless years have passed, but little vegetation grows. I often wonder if nature awaits the passing of our human presence. I’m among the oldest who still remember the bright verdure and pines, despite our immaterial relationship. I never experienced the intricacies of that wooden maze, but only picturesque views from glossy window frames - half frozen over. We took much for granted, lounging ...