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Poem: Silica

You say
that glass,
unbroken
never glitters,

that shorelines
would stand
empty,
wont for sand.

But my love
is brittle,
as pure as
soda-lime,

solid as
the breakers
that glisten
on the sea.



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Now that the weather is sort of nice-ish again, I've been sneaking down to the beach whenever I can.  I don't know if I can even call it sneaking, since I'm carrying a bag of sand toys and cajoling two toddlers across a train-trestle/bridge thing (if you've been to Carkeek Park, you know what I'm talking about).  We actually ran into a traffic jam last time, with a row of twenty toddlers all trying to go down those see-through steps at once. 

I've started working on a sort of sequel to Egregious.  So if you enjoyed the original, or you like sci-fi/fantasy mash-ups with a dash of horse carriages, check it out.   I am really working on making my writing more focused, and not being concerned about word-count.  I'm not really sure if this is going to be a second mini-novel, or if it's just going to be a few chapters.  Whatever it is, it involves a group of people who speak a different language.  Instead of making up a brand new language, I decided to throw some Latin, Spanish, and a sprinkle of Italian into a blender and set it on puree.  After all, it doesn't need to really be a language, it just needs to look languagey.  

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