#thehousethatpulsebuilt

Here is a project i am curating to honor the spirit and the Spirits  of the Pulse Nightclub event..

The House That Pulse Built – A Cultural Offering

💜MW

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wordpress haiku #81

eagle nebula /

o, pillars of creation /

sagittarian sky …

 

 

The awesome beauty of the Eagle Nebula

Pymgalia: A Kahlo Short Story

a summer short story for my character Kahlo.. my challenge is to write these stories, free of gender pronouns.. Kahlo steps to different times and spaces when called, to bring about resolution..

mami watu

“There, but for the grace of the gods, go I… Or, truer still, go we.”

Step number 783. The world of Pymgalia. War shredded the tiny planet. Once, the purple gaseous rings surrounding Pymgalia, had glittered vibrantly. Purple shadows had danced on its surface. Life had played between those shadows. It’s fae-like citizens, darting here and there had glittered too.

Now though, a thick film of defeat coats everything. It weighs down the wings of the Pymgalians. Everything and everyone sputters along, barely registering Kahlo’s magical presence.

“I am here,” Kahlo rustled into the atmosphere. Something small, round and fuzzy burst onto Kahlo’s peripheral vision. These wings didn’t sputter. They were a soft, translucent gray; with rainbow flecks, like those you see in pools of oil sometimes.

“You came!”, the Pymgalian squeaked at Kahlo. “I am Pym and I told them you would help us, I told them! The Counselors said…

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