Naming Rites

Winter: 16 years at the Monastery, Spring, five seconds after first flight Quiet. Stillness. Calm. Sunar hung suspended in the water for an eternal moment, bubbles flowing around him. The exultation of his flight still sang in his bones, but his ki had settled…

Rite to Know by Ed Blundel

Rite to Know Ed Blundell  A half remembered reality of something that was before, Haunts me with shadowed fragments locked behind Time’s door. A misted, dim reflection in memory’s cracked mirror face, Taunts me by almost showing that distant, different place. Bound by chords…