Dan Ryder

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My stories

A Cave.

With spangled grace your arms blacken virgin paper, cast a liturgy upon those eyes cascading down the page; a waterfall of mortified information that...

Timeless Burrowing

In parasomnic weaving, time spun in wake, in sleep, the same commune; a parlance with that unseen they speak in whispers of light, whispers of light...

Happiness, it's a new day (Cynical version)

The fugg that rises with the morning mist takes with it more than just these peculiar dreams and ragged hems, unbinds the seem and welcomes banality...

Falling Blocks Pt.1

Towering monoliths with polished eyes that lean inward then sway back bowing as the wind plays these caustic strings, momentarily my shadow precedes...

Sheeps Torr

Climbing the rock I saw tendrils flowing outward and below, verdant capillaries saturating the thin soils that coat the torr, they waved in a...

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