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Cold spotlight is shining on thebare dogwood at the far end of the emerald breathing lawn You’re saying my name over & overwhile faeries dance on the end of my cigarette The wind is blowing awaypedestrians, buildings, chunks of concreteand the only thing left in the material realm is me, this patch of ground, and…
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Aerodynamics Poems must be aerodynamicFour forces in balanceLift, resistance, gravity, and propulsionRuthlessly cut the resistancePare each word to support the structure Propel with ideas and playful use of wordsGravity will take it all in the end Dark Energy Taking a random walk Through the numbers I downloadedFrom the edge of the universe To see which ones I like…
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I heard that everyone is the lost citizen of a country only they come from. I’ve tried to list what I remember about my old home. Bicycles Trains Telescopes Rainy afternoons in the museum Heavy brass objects on wooden desks Layered clothing Leather boots Dogs, all of em even the mean ones Non self help…
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All the words on display Handheld paddles made of bone And we picked them up, set them rows to show one another We inspect, hands on hips, nodding our heads They’ve become smooth and rigid over centuries But the oil from our hands, the way we squeeze them, how they roll over each other as…
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The previous two days brought the weather. Fog gave way to clouds, gave way to rain, and rain to thunderstorm. It all abated in the early hours this morning. The rising sun chased out all the fat, low hanging clouds from the sky. Now a layer of flocculent, cirrocumulus clouds floats high above; it’ll be…
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This is a session I recently played in a solo journaling RPG called “The Last Tea Shop” in which you run a tea shop that travelers visit between life and death. The shop is made of stone with fine woodwork over the windows. Yellow paper lanterns swirl in the wind over the front porch. Ivy…
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Some years ago now, I ran a few games of Delta Green for the guys I work with, and still have the notes lying around the house. When my current GM said he was going on vacation, I volunteered to run the remaining players through the Delta Green game. I transferred my notes to LaTeX,…
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Statement of my problem In my years of roleplaying, never have I broken into some poor villager’s house and looked for his stash of gold coins. In a video game, sure, but I’ve never even seen that level of murderhobo-ery around a table with real people. Why then do old modules have the life story…
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To learn the Shadowdark RPG system, I used the random tables in the rulebook to create a village, buildings, NPCs, and other points of interest. A half-orc named Zara in the Drunken Eel tavern told the group of her brother Kroll, imprisoned below the town hall for blackmailing the leader of the artisan’s guild. She…
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