The Earth Remembers

Written by John Andreula It's a tight window, this duration of time. Three thousand or so years since the expanse of civilization. The Earth remembers the time before; the quiet time near forgotten. She longs for a period of silence and…

Epitaph

I don't know where I'm headed, but I walk ahead sure I'm going somewhere. I walk toward the light. Onward toward the sound of laughter and good spirits. I leave all the negativity in my wake. I cannot predict how my story ends, but…
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Downsizing

In my thirty six years of existence I have taken so much. I have taken resources from our mother planet in such excess that forever will be well acquainted with my refuse. I have bought and traded and earned and stole and acquired countless…