Author Archives: clouddweller

About clouddweller

conservationist, naturalist...

The Beacon

I drove north on route 309, through towns that don’t matter, each with a gas station and a bar. The hills rose up, and around them dark forest, and my headlights illuminating less and less through the thickness of night. … Continue reading

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The Silence (older story)

The phone rang from the kitchen. I heard it ringing, but pretended not to. When it stopped there was only silence. I sat alone with it in the living room. The ringing began again, wrenching the silence rom the room. … Continue reading

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CMOS (Prose)

Be more aware of closed circuit television. It’s everywhere… Beware…. It’s on every street corner, where old tired hands shake change cups, and grizzled throats gurgle out, “spare any change?” along steam vents…. It’s watching on the elevated train as … Continue reading

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Rezanoff Drive (edited)

I can no longer remember certain things about the past. Faces dissolve…. A gentle touch… gone… like a candle blown out by the wind. There are still shapes in the fog…. A sort of lingering form in the darkness. I … Continue reading

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Solitude (prose)

Solitude. What a thing… So rare it has become amongst us. And, yet to say that I have missed you, old friend. I would not say that…. No, and yet, your  presence is not a thing so foul is it? … Continue reading

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Three Poems

THE WORKING MAN IS DEAD The working man is  dead. His grave is marked by the empires of steel and gray slabs of highway, stretching on into the horizon. He beat his iron helmet into the ground on the shores … Continue reading

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The Vacation (An older story)

They drove for a long time through the hills, along a steep, winding road. The young woman drove and the young man dozed in the passenger seat, watching fields of feed corn and cow pastures drifting lazily past. It was … Continue reading

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