mry writes

telling stories with words and pictures

  • On the Road

    *a brainfart* We are all on the road. You, me, the woman walking over there, the man in the rear seat on the bus, everyone you see, everyone you do not see. All are on the road. His road, her path, each and every journey of each and every person is different. All beginnings and Continue reading

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  • H2O

    *a poem* Snowflakes marvels of physics and nature intricate crystals floating, sinking, drifting on the wind Snowflakes turn to water turn to ice turn to water turn to vapour turn to clouds turn to rain turn to berries turn to birds turn to droppings turn to earthworms turn to soil turn to berries turn to Continue reading

  • God is not Great

    *a short story* -God is not great. Now I know this. -I never really believed in any God’s greatness. Now I know for sure. -God created all, they say. -God knows all, they say. -If so, then God knows BRCA1. -God created BRCA1. -There is nothing great about BRCA1. -It is cruel. -It took my Continue reading

  • River Running

    *a story fragment* Grey clouds lowered the sky in the early noon hour. The sun had made a brief appearance when the boat first touched water. Its presence for most of the six hour paddle had been mostly an idea, a notion of something ethereal which kept the darkness at bay. The clouds steadily lowered, Continue reading

  • The sun forms rainbows in restless skies

    *a poem* The sun forms rainbows in restless skies. The moon forms shadows from reflected sun. In the dark of a moonless night shadows become shy. In the light of noon shadows withdraw. Shadows form ethereal shapes gliding along, ever a step ahead; light duelling with dark. Rainbows form resplendence, beckoning; light duelling with dark. Continue reading

  • Pretty Pictures No.220 – the necessary room

    here/there edition – the necessary room Continue reading

  • Nerves and Blades

    *a story fragment* In the first millisecond after the blade penetrated, the body of John Woodworm began to respond. Myriad electrical impulses raced along diverse axons, crossed ganglia, converged at the spinal nerves, and carried the stimulus upward. Faster than conscious thought, impulses reached his brain. Something was terribly wrong, they said. His abdomen was Continue reading

  • Heretofore

    *a musing* Heretofore: *Up to this time; hitherto; before; in time past.* Heretofore hunters hunted; gatherers gathered; bearers bore. A black ooze oozed, and burned. Hunters declined to hunt; gatherers set down their baskets; bearers carried no more burdens. The lands provided; the lands provided; the lands died. Briefly, life flourished. Life, not satisfied, destroyed. Destroyed, life believed everything, and nothing. Continue reading

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  • Pretty Pictures No.192 – old estate doorway

    here/there edition – old estate doorway Continue reading

  • Pretty Pictures No.11 – Sit, rest

    here/there edition – sit, rest Continue reading