Pinnical of Stone
Uniting Heaven and Earth
Lonely Eternal
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Jericho Osborne
I am a writer with a passion for fiction, sci-fi, and fantasy.
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The Banishing Blade
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley, in fact there was nothing. In the time before, there was only the salted water of the oceans across the face of Terra-Arna, but then came the dragons. They brought forth The Rushing Mountains out of the oceans, and birthed the very lands and fields that we stand upon. When they were finished washing away the water, raising the mountains, and molding the earth, the dragons came to rest in the great valley – The Life Forge. In that valley they gave birth to all the creatures great and small and sent them across the continent to live and be fruitful. Then one by one, the five great dragons fell asleep, and one by one they awoke and flew across the world from whence they came, for all but one – Sigur the Rested. When the dragon awoke it found that it was alone, and trapped for a great tree had grown upon it’s back. Sigur’s wings were entangled in the roots of the Drekatré and was buried in the earth. At the foot of the tree, Sigur’s head lay. From Sigur’s mouth came the peoples of Terra-Arna: Maður, Álfar, Dvergar, Risastór, and Hrökkáll. . . Orin, are you listening boy!”
By Jericho Osborne4 years ago in Fiction
Foot Bindings
I asked my grandmother how she knew she'd fallen in love. I am not sure I ever did love him, she said. This was before I met my husband. I was naive, a naked spring, a raw nerve of a thing. That cannot ever be me, I knew. Sadness swept in gently like a Moscow thaw. It is no simple thing, looking into a woman's vast soul and seeing its foot bindings. Now, in Italy divorced with my skin singed off, when I say I don't love him mean: I have succeeded at feeling nothing most days and it mostly works. Do you want the comfort of Nothing? Do you want Nothing, too? Be warned: you'll never be free, even when you are nothing. Here is what doesn't work: Accepting the stages of grief. Talking about it. Sitting with the feeling. Missing him—no, the person you were when you believed in death do us part. Writing poetry. That, too. When I say I don't love him I mean: I feel capsized in an endless, starved tide. What sometimes works: selective memory. You must forget ripe tomatoes and his beard and feeling perfectly sheltered in a big blue world. Forget coffee in bed, laughter watching TV, blowing out the candles on the birthday cake and the quiet all-encompassing knowledge that you are chosen. Remember only how love turned to a banal everyday survival act, a trapeze act unsure whether he will catch you, how the warmth stagnated and became sour, remember the foot bindings and remember the resentment boiling in your veins as you stick it out for the kids. Six-hour Netflix binges help, too. A man's fingers tracing your spine. Frozen pizza at 2 a.m. Random trips to the museum just to stand near things that last a while. The realization that crying won’t change anything. Seeing that life is just a dream, and refusing to participate in your own suffering. Bite your fist. Walk on eggshells around joy. When I say I don't love him, I mean he didn’t break my heart, he just stopped touching it and it forgot how to beat right.
By Ella Bogdanovaabout 16 hours ago in Poets
Brainwashing, Soul Food, and Torches of Freedom: Eat More to be More
Eat More Bacon Now Smoke More Cigarettes Now Eat More To be More (“We are governed, our minds are molded, our tastes formed, our ideas suggested, largely by men we have never heard of.” -Edward Bernays, the Jew who Hitlter tried to hire.. . . )
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS5 days ago in Poets
Should We Not Try to Get Too Political?
Here's something you often hear people say, "I try not to get too political." I understand the sentiment and I sympathize with it... while at the same exact time, I completely disagree with the notion. Whether it's referring to social media or wherever, it's kind of unavoidable. You can attempt to sidestep it, not engage, leave the less important things for actual politicians to discuss... you can want it to not take over your life, your conversations, your relationships, and that makes perfect sense.
By Stephen Kramer Avitabile4 days ago in Writers
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Nicely crafted - l love the sense of monumental size but also vulnerable loneliness - well done
Well worded. I love the haikus.
Nice. Interesting twist with “uniting,” then “lonely.”
Beautiful kind of similar to mine 😍😇
Splendid!!!
Uniting Heaven and earth ❤️❤️❤️