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The Aurum and Argentum

The Aurum and Argentum by Juan Francisco Lam Martin Golden and folden are the cards That maketh and shapeth shapeless fates, And harply play our mortal hearts To turn hate…

Mr. Smith

Mr. Smith by Juan Francisco Lam Martin It was generally agreed upon, through an indisputable vote of all confidence, that Mondays were a terrible invention. Perhaps not for a billionaire…

Why Harry Potter is Immortal

Why Harry Potter is Immortal by Juan Francisco Lam Martin Imagine you’re one of the many people who rejected a manuscript titled “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone” by a…

The Traveler

The Traveler by Juan Francisco Lam Martin As the fields that yield their Spring to Fall We are quick to crawl and slow to walk, And when beckoned on by…

The Dreamer

The Dreamer by Juan Francisco Lam Martin When I feel I’ve lost my meaning I seek my own rebirth, So I turn myself to reading And hope I’ll be unearthed.…

The Wanderer

The Wanderer by Juan Francisco Lam Martin Among the monoliths of the green expanse, He walked in a silent daze. And it was by chance, by hallowed grace, That he…

Ballad to Morgaine of the Fae

A Ballad to Morgaine of the Fae by Juan Francisco Lam Martin And here, in part, is The Ballad to Morgaine of the Fae   An ode, indeed, to She…

The Stone of K-27

The Stone of K-27 by Juan Francisco Lam Martin Author’s Note: This is an excerpt from an experiment of mine. I aimed to write a sequence that contained no descriptors…

Cosmic Conundrum I

Cosmic Conundrum I by Juan Francisco Lam Martin The silver moon is no slave to its phases. Between fullness and newness she does not hide. She cares not for her…

Shot

Shot by Juan Francisco Lam Martin Her hair dripped down from her head and crashed as waves do into the shore of her shoulders, like some tempestuous Red Sea —parted…

No Flowers for Christina Portbell

No Flowers for Christina Portbell by Juan Francisco Lam Martin No Flowers for Christina Portbell That is what they say. But her hair was like not-so-Spanish Moss, And her eyes…

Candle

Candle by Juan Francisco Lam Martin I sat by candlelight and hoped And I hoped by candlelight That its glow may guide me, keep me, From the ceaseless, seizing, night.…