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Cold War

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“I tell you, the world is different.  There was a major cosmic shift on or around September 29, 1959, as if the very atoms were scrambled.  We are not in the same place as we were, and we’re not where we are supposed to be.  It’s like we phased into a different Universe, one where we don’t belong.”

Our elite polar unit was taking a short break on our trek.  I was with Stan Petrosky, as always, and he was spouting his oddball philosophy, as always.

Stan had started at some fancy university as a philosophy major, but his parents had died in an accident, so he joined the army to make ends meet and to take advantage of the GI Bill.  I guess he never figured we’d be at war so soon.  But nobody had.

“You say the world changed on September 29 last year?” I asked.  “It doesn’t take a genius to know that, Stan.  It was only the biggest day in history since the 28th of June in 1914.  Hell, I’d say even bigger than December 7, 1941.”

“Yeah, what we did in September was like the killing of the Archduke, except that it was worse.  But it is more than that, beyond politics and war, it’s the Universe itself that is messed up; we are off track; we’re…”

“Petrosky and Dobbs, quit your yapping and get ready to move out.  The walls have ears.  We’re at war, you know.”  Sargent Smith was always all business, and was even worse on this mission. Continue reading

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Release Party! The Fireborn

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In the shadowy area where myth and history collide

Hello!  Welcome, welcome!  Come on in.  I have some fine wine open and other beverages available.  There are several types of gourmet cheeses and crackers.  I have fresh veggies and a variety of dips, if needed.  Some fruit.  Hmm, am I missing anything?

2000 Pavillon Rouge Chateau du Margaux

Oh!  The book! Continue reading

Songs of Ocean and Moon

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Selina could feel the throb of the Ocean pulsing through her long before she could actually make out the roar of the waves.  The beat of the earth’s salty heart made a rhythm with her own, a dance she alone shared with the mighty Sea.

But as she followed her thin shadow across the silvery landscape she realized that another heard his call.  For climbing up behind her, as she neared the westward ledge over the water, was her soul-sister, Moon.  She had a special relationship with Moon.  Sometimes, when no one was watching, Selina danced a slow, sinewy dance with sister Moon.  It was an old dance, a dance that came from her soul, a restless dance of subtle movements far removed from that earthy dance of the pulsating beat of Ocean.  For the flow and ebb of sister moon took weeks to complete, from absence to full and back to nothing again, always changing, always restless but always there.  The music of the Ocean, also restless, pulsed seconds between waves, hours between tides, creating a much quicker, Earthier, lewder dance. Continue reading