yes I can see how fragile I am how fragile we all are all of us humans everywhere all around the world and all of the life we depend on to feed ourselves and all of the life and existence we love all of

looking back I see how immature we were we had that in common the surprise divorce after 19 years knocked some of that out of me but I’ll always be a fool and one of my useful defenses is that I’ve never

Is he alive? but the crab shell didn't move as she walked off into the reflected sunset into the Atlantic big trawler moving across the dark then light shimmer of the horizon and she walked back and apologized

temporary diamonds in the grass tiny brilliant flashes reflections from our omnipresent star * to what eyes contemplated by what intelligence * to mine    to mine sweet world to mine * to ours    to ours

in another life or in this one perhaps one day I become a prophet I sell everything and go almost empty handed to Iran I have a sign that says "I am from Maine in the United States. I'm sorry for

cats all around and your eyes surprised me startled me out of myself startled me into you a cat with piercing eyes that said stop I said to my wife “I keep coming back to this one.” we were looking for

following hallowed steps for making omelets halting to feel the right moment olive oil swirls . bubbles . pouring releasing the countless textures of liquid eggs faithfully becoming . fluffy . . . . January

pushing my cells downstream hot water splashing against my back brief departure from this world into another nothing but my skin as evidence when I return . . January 5 10:30 p.m. . Thomaston Maine . .

bright stars streaking from nowhere to nowhere all in our minds actually no such thing as no only where we’re not in that where can only imagine and not really only know our own fire hurtling through our

diamonds and shadows soft amber washes spread in layers of no substance across snow . ethereal existence distant agent invisible except as painterly effects flickering through my consciousness as I move

. where you are is unimportant . how you are is . everything is right there . wherever you are . . . . . January 10, 2012 . . . © 2012, 2017 . William C. Eberle

some dreams are heavy with experience and presence like summer fog with tendrils drifting into areas which cannot be seen or reached places in your memory that are you but not you places you can only recapture

if you embrace your depression and your sorrow I mean hug it and squeeze it tight sometimes out of nowhere it will burst into song . . . . June 3, 2013 . . © 2013 William C. Eberle

staring at the desiccated and broken daddy long legs dangling in a basement cobweb thinking in the shower and remembering essential architecture what is the structure of my heart? many gossamer chambers

In response to a comment - "I can only hope that all of the card abilities are well balanced" - posted on Board Game Geek about Fantasy Flight Games "Battle for Rokugan" board game: