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 Dec 2015 Chris
Kim Denise
And after all the chaos,
after the noise,
after painting the skies,
all that is left
is the quiet
and the dark.

Too bad our fireworks
don't last forever,
every moment too fast
to be captured.

But don't worry,
we'll try again next year.
 Dec 2015 Chris
Perveiz Ali
Practice What you Preach.

Human characters are a real puzzle,
Sing in one tune but the music is different.
Constructive thoughts yet destructive acts,
New year wishes with festive greetings.
Preaching peace and communal harmony,
Even as chaos reigns in each communal street.
How can fire and water be mutual companions?
Revolutionary thoughts but deceitful tactics.
New year wishes laid on so thick and bright,
May the expressions in public become the private practices.
©Perveiz Ali
 Dec 2015 Chris
Nevermind
Now
 Dec 2015 Chris
Nevermind
Now
Stolen at "hello"
Lost at "goodbye"
Do you think about me
From time to time?
 Dec 2015 Chris
Willard Wells
It was cold my first trip to Nome. Okay, it's always cold in Nome. It was February, still going down to -55 degrees some days. This was generally a one or two night stay. You really only needed a day, but the weather is unforgiving and so sometimes you wait most of the day. It is still dark up above the Arctic Circle, which Nome is only about 150 miles south of. The ocean ice will not start breaking for a month or two.

The morning started with an early flight from Fairbanks to Anchorage. It makes for a long day with approximately a 500 mile flight south so I can grab a 1,000 mile flight north to Nome. The first flight in had no delays so there was hope for the day. The hotel I booked which sounded quite grand was “The Nugget Inn”. It felt good knowing I would be in a nice hotel in this barren land.

It was a clear morning as we came in over the Bering Strait. I waited about 30 minutes to get my bags, then headed outside to see if I could flag down a ride. Taxis here in a village are a car passing by. You just waved before they go on by and hope they see you. It does not matter where you're going, Nome is not that big. Paid my three bucks and took a seat and said good morning to the driver and one other. The process is passenger in and passenger out until your destination comes up, but no hurry as you enjoy the warmth of the car.

Checked in and got a key, so I could begin my adventure at “The Nugget Inn” and Nome. I got to my room and checked it out and yes I was in for a surprise. The room was configured like a bunkhouse shack, two beds on old rusted iron frames. A small table and chair between the beds with a very small lamp. Well this was work and not a vacation and I was at the edge of the world.

The room had the feel that it was the same as in the gold rush days. And when I pulled up the blanket to check on the sheets. I am sure they were there when Jack London was here. Since the sheets were worn down to no more than gauze. So I take my first night in the city of Nome. And sleep tight under northern lights.
Re-write of what was a poem. It is I think part of a series and the later part of the series is called "Cold Island Girl".  Thanks for reading.
 Dec 2015 Chris
Snizzlefish
You poured so much into me, a hesitant soul.
So I poured back into you.
The way it should be.
Love gives.

Then one day you said when.
You walked away in silence.
And my heart hasn't beat since then.
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