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December 1, 2019
 

The sky was still inky black as I exited  my vehicle. Stars studded the vastness of its expanse like so many diamonds, each their own carat, each one in their own color. In some directions these gems were blocked from view by large ghostly shadows - These were the as yet invisible mountains, stricken from view by the absence of light. They will be revealed in all of their majestic glory in but a short while. Already the suns warm radiance is beginning to precede it over the eastern horizon. There too there are dark silhouettes obstinately holding a slowly weakening resistance against the unrelenting onset of the sunrise. These testify to the proud presence  of the Peekskill mountains.

As th...

THE CLOCK
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November 10, 2019
 

Today I travel.

My journey began not at the airport or at a train or bus terminal. Earlier I have been to the library. That great shrine of both education and intellectual opioids. The place where one needs no chemical stimulus to loose themselves in a wonderful hallucinatory world of contentment and bliss.

I will not buckle my seatbelt when I begin this journey, yet I will remain firmly placed in my chair. I will not budge for the day. My now cold and empty coffee mug will remain here at my side, forlorn and forgotten, un-refilled. I don't need caffeine to stay focused. For I am far, far away now...

The noises that surrounded me begin to recede as the distance between us grows. The sound...

GABRIEL MUCHIRI
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November 7, 2019
 

This morning I woke up to the seasons first snowfall. A fine layer of soft confectionery sugar was coating the whole of the neighborhood. The trees, the cars. It wasn't a heavy snowfall by any stretch, it was more of a light dusting. But it had its effect! What was once a bright colorful neighborhood is now turned into one united color. White. Where there used to be green it is now white. Where there was brown, now there's white. Red is white and so are the yellows. As if all of the colors of the neighborhood had been passed through a giant prism, fusing all together and coming out the other side as a pure white light.

The children squeal with delight. There are children, the two and three y...

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November 5, 2019
 

So I walked by.
Just like everyone else, I walked right on by.

I saw her, just like Ten Thousand Others did. But I didn't see anything at all, as didn't the ten thousand others. I was Ten Thousand and One. And after me, no doubt, more thousands passed by, all "not seeing". We are able to not see very well.

She sat there, as I remember not seeing; on the floor with her back to the wall of the subway station, her purse and bags set on the concrete at her side. She was not lost by the look of things, at least not as far as location were concerned. She was not a homeless person or someone with nowhere to go, she was dressed smartly in a business suit. And she was not alone in life judging by th...

LIGHT LETTRS LOGO
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November 5, 2019
 

It seems that I have tenants. I've never invited them, but they are there, in my ceiling, in my walls. During the day, I guard the house. Come the night, and it's their turn. I can hear them scraping and scratching as they patrol causing who knows what kind of damage to my house. I bang on the wall to tell them "tone it down!", They fall silent for some minutes before continuing right on with their busy evening.

The other day I even got to meet them. They were a nice enough little gang on a family outing to raid my garbage cans. There was a midsized Mom and a huge Dad and even an adorable little Junior. A traditional family, I suppose. The garbage can covers weren't on tight enough, and the...

THE RACCOON STAMP
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November 3, 2019
 

         The days grow short and the shadows long. Trees stand alone, berift of their leaves, stretching their bare arms to the heavens. They sleep. The nests that rest upon them are now exposed, their former occupants far away in more hospitable climes. Burrowed into the trunks, or maybe under the ground, the squirrels sleep tucked away in their cozy holes. Elsewhere, all sorts of other animals from skunks to bears are snug in their dens, each in their own warm homes, all sleeping.

        Even the ground itself sleeps. Covered by its protective blanket of soft gathering snow, the frozen Earth is deeply sleeping, its icy roots and seeds, bugs and worms put on hold until the spring thaw.

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ILLUSION MEETS THE EYE
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