Author Archives: Eric

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Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic

Second Place: Blood Into Ink Writing Prompt Challenge/Blood Letting/Eric Syrdal

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The Curators of Blood Into Ink are honored to publish the top five submissions of Brave and Reckless’ recent Blood Into Ink Writing Prompt Challenge. once againshesummoned to this placeagainst her willnever shy from…

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Rapt…

Our conversation falling silent we stood there and I could feel her pushing back the night her spirit keeping the darkness at bay a warrioress of a long forgotten time with the strength of a raging flame and though she … Continue reading

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A Tale of Two Towers-Christine Ray & Eric Syrdal

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Locked away in stone tower rest of the world fades becomes dim memory time loses meaning becomes shapeless days nights spent in solitude differentiated only by whether I read precious books by sunlight falling…

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Zero Gravity…

I miss green I miss heavenly evenings under painted clouds with the feel of the grass between my toes I miss the feeling of looking at the stars and not knowing their names how far away they are…..what their gravity … Continue reading

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Ribbons of Gold…

She rouses from her darkened bedchamber below my horizon her ladies have toiled to smooth each wrinkle and ripple of luminescent beauty in her gowns and they have done up her hair in ribbons of gold she ascends the stairs … Continue reading

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Queen of May…

Why profess thy love to me? This weak and hollow thing born without wings and blind to the sun If thou wouldst love me should thee not come and take mine hand and with thine own direct my fingers to … Continue reading

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72′ Olds Cutlass…

Smoke and the smell of wood that’s been doused in too much cleaner Too many bottles of beer spilled on the particle board tables Sloshing its contents until it rolls to the floor Shattering The shards of dark glass scattering … Continue reading

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Soliloquy…

I feel you, gentle sentinel nay, not your physical form built of ash and mineral from the heart of a long dead mountain I feel your presence here in this garden, quiet solitude in evening comfort what a grand place … Continue reading

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Communion…

can I stay here? just capture this moment peer into it like a self-inflicted wound wondering if the wellspring of crimson before my eyes is mine? close lids and fall back into the dark listen through flesh chest to chest … Continue reading

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Ave imperato morituri te salutant!

Horns blare Gate goes up step into the sun the mob jeers my entrance I’ve carved my family crest into my thigh with this pathetic rusty blade like in Herbert’s “Dune” They don’t like that I’m supposed to belong to … Continue reading

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