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Watching the Sunrise by Captain-Random Watching the Sunrise :iconcaptain-random:Captain-Random 4 4 Mr. Sunshine by Captain-Random Mr. Sunshine :iconcaptain-random:Captain-Random 4 0
Leave No Trace
I met a traveler from a nearby land
who shared this story: “A hoary ruin
of pitted concrete and chewed-up brick stands
amid the ancient groves, an intrusion
of steel beams cut short like broken hands
and rusted by the turning wheel of years.
Round its base, framed by curtains of moss
and fallen leaves whose scents rise like vapors
is a signboard, half decayed and faded:
“Bangor Nature Preserve... Please Leave No Trace...”
Nothing else disturbs the rest of shaded
brook and breeze. No human touch, ill or wise,
trammels the scene.” Am I yet as jaded
as the people who took their own advice?
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Once Upon an Autumn
Scarlet caps the green
of last summer's bounty like
foam upon a wave.
In warmer lands, South Wind stirs,
rising to his ancient task.
South Wind runs his hands
through golden frosts and fields,
leaving branches bare.
After each October gale,
Hoary winter gains more ground.
Ink-blot crows rest in
cages of branches and sky
then take wing once more.
North Wind begins to sing
quiet, cloud-gray lullabies.
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Robin's Egg Blue
You were not long for this world...
May you find the wings you couldn't
grow here on Earth.
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pulls its fog-shroud
over the coast, battered
by surf, the seagulls' songs haunting
the tides.
Sea fog
lifts and lightens
over cliffs the color
of despair. Waves reach up to touch
South winds
banish the gray –
the barren, muddy earth
shows the first emerald sparks of life
bloom from swollen
buds, the ocean cliffs turned
into a realm of light and joy;
sea rose.
return to nest,
gracing the cerulean
sky with the ancient verse of spring
once more.
lifts and lightens
the barren, muddy earth
into a realm of light and joy
once more.
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A Talent for Misery Chapter 1
The ornate brass key looked much newer than Gabriel knew it to be. Despite being at least three generations old, having been passed from his grandfather to his father and now, at last, to him, the small key shone with a ruddy light under the weak early winter sunlight streaming into the courtyard. The simple fact he had been given it at all was in some ways a miracle. As the second son to the baron, the honor should have gone to his older brother. Of course, life had a way of writing its own script and that often didn't follow the standard procedures of humanity's devising.
Gabriel slid the key into his coat pocket and turned his attention back to the building he was headed for. The grass underfoot was browned and crunchy with the coming frost and his breath steamed out above and behind him like a banner of war. Days like today made him want to stay in the comfort of the sitting room by a roaring fire pit, but his father had instructed him to meet in the basement, of all places.
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Morbid Warmth
“Howdy, stranger.”
The young man strolling down the wide dirt path was every bit the gentleman; tweed jacket, deep green waistcoat, straw boater perched fashionably atop a head of lustrous chestnut curls. The old farmer's face – as furrowed by time as his fields were by the plow resting at the grassy verge – creased into its well-accustomed frown. The last thing he needed that day was some uppity dandy saying howdy like he was king of the county.
The young man stopped his stroll and tipped his hat toward the farmer. “Beautiful day, wouldn't you say? The breeze is as perfumed as Spring's soft whispers, and yet here we are on the tail end of October!”
The farmer harrumphed. He had no interest in trading purple prose with some uppity dandy.
Overhead, a skein of geese flew raucously by. At the same time, the breeze picked up and knocked a shower of canary-yellow leaves from the beech tree arching over this corner of field.
The young man smiled knowingly,
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Taillis Realms Map by Captain-Random Taillis Realms Map :iconcaptain-random:Captain-Random 5 0
To Make You Into Something Beautiful
My nascent smile
turned back into dust.
If only you knew
love's light lived on.
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Dollhouse Cafe Table by Captain-Random Dollhouse Cafe Table :iconcaptain-random:Captain-Random 4 2
School-Age Psychopomp
The poem was not on the pages left
on the desk, in the worn spiral notebook
lined with his images of missing love
and lucid dreams half-remembered as fact.
He was his own poem, a verse borrowed
from a story heard in another life.
Each breath longed to rejoin with its Speaker,
to find a way back home once and for all.
The Poet wished to show the world beauty.
The world, in its fear, did not understand.
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Mature content
Chronicles of a Dwarf Fortress :iconcaptain-random:Captain-Random 1 0
A First Try at Doll Furniture by Captain-Random A First Try at Doll Furniture :iconcaptain-random:Captain-Random 3 3
Canon in D
For him, colors flowed as freely
as the sweet, piercing music that so
stirred his soul to these heights.
The air carried the scents of the seasons
– each lovely in its own way –
just as it held aloft the Gull and the Raven,
both deserving of his love, and receiving,
though they never were wise enough to know.
His life was a tempest he never strove
to tame, an eagle content to soar forever.
And while this tempest battered and bruised,
it never broke. There was an improbable strength
in perceived fragility, in the ephemereal smiles
and fey, dark eyes that could be stirred to tears
simply because a song was beautiful
and he was not.
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What Was Lost
Ghost-silk auroras were her veil,
snowflake stars her hair.
My northern queen, as warm as Spring –
Why, Why do I remember?
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impetuous dreams of
seashores and your scarf
billowing in open breezes,
granulated images dusted
with salt and the rinds
of leftover tides,
your footprints stark
in miles of wet sand.
I have all these dreams
of running, to Paris or
Bali, never stopping until
we run out of air
to breathe or reach
the very edges
of the map.
I’m convinced the lines
on my palms are a mess
of co-ordinates,
the longitudes
and latitudes
of all the seashores
we should stand at,
our toes in the ocean
and our heels
on solid ground,
my hair
wild and buffeted,
your scarf
as we take
one last
moonshine breath
and run our way
off the map
coral fibres left imprinted
on our cheeks, we could
drown in the reefs beneath
the dinner-plates
of the earth, or perhaps
slip into another realm
of currents and moon-tether
and sea-storms,
where we start with
no air and no place
left to run,
but all this time
to hold,
all this time
to stay,
dancing to the tune
of whale-song
slowly receding,
as we sing back
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inktober 1 by milieus inktober 1 :iconmilieus:milieus 112 11 tree flowers by milieus tree flowers :iconmilieus:milieus 171 16 The Open Sea by spiffychicken The Open Sea :iconspiffychicken:spiffychicken 19 2 Harbor by arisuonpaa Harbor :iconarisuonpaa:arisuonpaa 769 40 Daybreak by Iduna-Haya Daybreak :iconiduna-haya:Iduna-Haya 670 96
My mother gave me a flower, said
it would only bloom when my heart
was broken. I thought it was a curse.
I watched it grow, leaf after leaf
unfurling into pink-tinged skies
and lonely nights. My first love
turned me (upside) down.
He tumbled into another’s arms,
and the plant shivered an inch
upwards by morning.
I never watered it, hated it like an
unwelcome guest. I once poured
boiling tea into its roots but
the stem only sighed for a week
and recovered. I met a boy with
a talent for making things grow
and the flower halted its ascent.
We talked across continents and
seasons, telephone lines like
tightropes. I lost my balance.
A new leaf-bud began to swell.
She asked me about it, the plant
on my windowsill. It had grown
outwards and upwards, a shrub
of generic shape and temperament.
I told her about its trick, the secret
to it blooming. She laughed, said
“as long as you hold my hand,
there won’t be any flowers.”
It didn’t take long for the first
new buds
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Les Etoiles V2 by spiffychicken Les Etoiles V2 :iconspiffychicken:spiffychicken 14 5 In clouds by Dimen-Zion In clouds :icondimen-zion:Dimen-Zion 451 85 Itsumo nando demo by Eldarianne Itsumo nando demo :iconeldarianne:Eldarianne 65 6 Scarlet tales by Eldarianne Scarlet tales :iconeldarianne:Eldarianne 2,130 56 Rainnyday by WaterCube Rainnyday :iconwatercube:WaterCube 105 8 Antique Rose One-Off Outfit by WaterCube Antique Rose One-Off Outfit :iconwatercube:WaterCube 145 11 In the Frozen Garden by A-Little-White-Lie In the Frozen Garden :icona-little-white-lie:A-Little-White-Lie 89 31 Red Riding Hood by miakyou Red Riding Hood :iconmiakyou:miakyou 243 18 Sweet Loli by cats10 Sweet Loli :iconcats10:cats10 306 54
This is the first time I've missed a monthly update. I'm sincerely sorry if I made any of you worry! I'd like to say everything's been going fine, but the truth is a little bleaker.

First, some good news. The Channeler's cover is progressing along beautifully and I can't wait to show you all the finished product. Having a second book published is an exciting experience, to be sure, and there are a lot of emotions that come with seeing the process reach a close. That doesn't mean I'm out of book ideas, though. There's likely to be a third book in the Clocksmith series, plus I have a wide range of almost-finished novels to work on.

Now for the bad news. University is crushing me, body and spirit. The stress is taking a serious toll on my health and even though I'm in finals week, I still don't have my schedule for summer and autumn set up completely. I'm trying, I really am, but I can't keep this up for much longer. The workload's just too insurmountable. To make matters worse, most of my professors and administrators are actively working against me. I just want to teach, and I have to get through this if I want to see that dream realized, but I'm not sure I'll be able to return to this campus next semester. I'll admit, the thought is enough to bring tears to my eyes. I simultaneously want to see this hurdle cleared and give up completely, go live in the woods, and never speak to another soul again. Please, send your prayers and well-wishing my way. I hate to speak so negatively, but I've never felt so burdened in my life and don't know where else to turn.

Thank you to everyone who has put up with my extended hiatus from sharing writing. I hope that I'll be able to start sharing poetry soon, but I don't want make promises I end up not being able to keep. I'll talk to you all again in June, one way or another.


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Cody Brown
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Cody Brown lives with one foot in Maine and one in Brigard. Not everyone approves of this, and yet he keeps on doing it. When not writing, Cody spends most of his time world-building in one form or another. The Clocksmith is Cody's debut novel.



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I always appreciate your support, dearest. 

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