You grew so large and
Great. Epic Mountain's pure lake.
How much I miss you.
I'm a Native American artist and storyteller who enjoys creating new things.
* Nitsiniiyi'taki ("I Thank You" in Blackfeet)
How does it work?
I enjoyed this very much.
This is beautiful
More stories from Myles Pennock and writers in Poets and other communities.
Be heard autumn woods.
Owl and elk are singing now.
Sing into the night.
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How unfortunate is it that the only lighter we have is out of fluid. Or so we thought it was the only lighter.
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By Robbie Bale3 days ago in Poets
There were not always dragons in the Valley. I will see them gone from that place once more.
My father wept when I made my pledge, a rare thing. The tears fell from behind his mask like warm, summer rain. His attachment to me was a failing on his part, a stumble upon the Path. Yet I was gladdened to see him weep for me; a failing on mine. Later, upon my journey, I kept the memory of my father’s tears close, and felt a little less alone.
By Madoka Mori6 days ago in Fiction