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Tear Of A Child
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Technology – Security Issue Impacting Most Electronic Devices – Meltdown and Spectre
Computer researchers have recently found out that the main chip in most modern computers—the CPU—has a hardware bug. It’s really a design flaw in the hardware that has been there for years. This is a big deal because it affects almost every computer on networks, including workstation and servers. This hardware bug allows malicious programs…
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Welcome to the New Year
A new year brings changes around here. A new theme was applied to allow more area for content and images and to simplify the colors and layout. The most significant change is the addition of content from Stone Path Magazine. All of the issues and print editions are available to read and download and all…
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Poem – Direct Dreams
In the fractured sleep of night’s immersed in dreams based in nothing familiar or known, one word repeated over and over – direct. I watched power-less as background images of tall buildings, lattice, and cross-stitched patterns rotated and approached my view with ever increasing velocity. At the end (or beginning) of a tunnel bathed in…
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Poem – Rain
When my mind becomes scattered, when each of the thoughts I held in my core is lost to the wind, I seek out answers and resolutions from the natural world. On mornings when the grey sky covers the sun and the forest lives in its own green exterior, the cold air lays upon the skin,…
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Poem – Awaken
I woke in the fields. The fields I have never seen. The fields black beneath the white sun. Limbs emerge from snow. Snow scatters into the wind. Wind twists the clouds around me. From the horizon a train nears. The horizon shakes and fractures. The fractured fragments cover my mind. I was not yet ready…
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Time’s Plan
Another year on the calendar has passed and we celebrate. A celebration of accomplishments and of moving beyond events and moments we wish to forget and gain distance between. But time has a plan for us. In the day-to-day scheme of life and the normal cycle, time is always moving forward. Ticking away at the…
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Poem – This is Home
In the depth of winter with the shoreline covered in snow blown in from the distant water, this is home. A place nestled on a cliff covered in ice as the superior waves relentlessly carve away at ancient features, this is home.
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Poem – When the Snow Becomes Each Soul
Snow falling across the empty fields we watch from behind the trees. The white winter sky falls into the fields and we are weightless. Letting go of each branch we fall into the sky. Over time we fall back into the fields.
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Poem – The Scorched Field
Across an empty field scorched with morning light I see shadows dancing along the treeline filling empty spaces. Is this my field? I remember little prior to this moment as winter has settled across the land and in the depth of winter we retreat into the awareness of self. I seek warmth from the shadows…