Dana Crandell
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Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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Stories (318)
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The Fall of Altair
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. A subtle slowing of the flow began in the early morning and became increasingly obvious over the course of a few hours. That's when we started to feel the land beneath our feet tremble slightly, then drop slowly in the direction of the setting twin moons.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Fiction
Dark Horse Rising
equine enigma thundering through the heavens my heart rides bareback *** Authors Note: Once again, I didn't intend to submit another entry for this challenge, but Teresa Renton's "Authenticity" made me realize I had another one up there in my brain, based on a photo I used for another challenge entry several years ago. If you'll pardon the recycling of a favorite image of mine, I think you'll find the subject up there, galloping out of the clouds.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Babel, Revisited?
how high will you climb as you push my clouds aside you are not welcome *** Author's Note: This one was inspired by the lovely and talented Donna Fox, with a comment on my previous entry, which could be seen as more of a senryu. With that in mind, I thought I'd create one from the perspective of the sky, itself.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
The Game. Top Story - October 2024. Content Warning.
My head throbs. As my senses begin to return, I realize I'm intensely cold - and I smell something burning. Not wood; more like – yes, like meat. A shudder overtakes me and I realize I'm naked, and somehow suspended, hanging by bound wrists, but my feet are flat on something. What the fuck?
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Horror
Desideratum
My Word: desideratum: something which is desired My connection: My ties to this word evolved from the plural form, which many readers may recognize: Desiderata (Things Desired), a poem steeped in legend for some time. It was purported to have been found on a church pew or scrawled a church wall by an anonymous author. This stemmed from the distribution of printed copies by a pastor to the members of his congregation, after which the members mistook it for an ancient church inscription. That bit of trivia is completely unnecessary, of course, but for me, it adds some charm to the text.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
