The Polebarn

The polebarn creaked a bird’s call every time the wind rolled by. The equally creaky man sitting lotus-style in the center of the polebarn visualized what type of bird reached out to him. Sometimes it was a robin, or an oriole, or a more ominous bird of prey, such as an eagle or hawk, but…

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Morse: Introduction

The window had been open for 3 days when I stopped counting and that was at least a month ago. I only remember it was a month ago because that’s when I decided to open the window to see whether the flickering light outside was a police officer coming to check on me after a…

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