When the sun is setting slowly
In the dusk across the land,
And the stars have risen out of slumber
From beneath the roaring sand
Come the things that dance into the night,
And twirl against the moon.
And the Prairie eyed man will rise
And come for you soon
The clouds barrel on before you
And they're lost behind the hills,
While the Prairie eyed man awaits
His midnight thrills
He took hands with the swirling haze
And tip toed through the darkness,
And he smiled wider than ever before
Bearing all to whom would witness
His time was swept away
In the raging winds which came,
And the music carried out to sea
And was never felt the same.
Tanner F. Riche
The following is a fairly short fantasy-based story I recently wrote about nightmares and living and how everything mixes together. The true plot is yours to understand as you see it. In my stories, I like to leave all the doors open...
I HAD BEEN EXPERIENCING insomnia for some time now. I don’t know what started it, perhaps stress. Nothing had drastically changed. I took to having a couple shots of scotch before bed, under the impression that it would help me. It made for a good drink, and it relaxed me, but that was all. I opened a window to cool my room down, let the night’s chill circle around my room, hoping perhaps it would help. It didn’t. I still lay awake in the dark room, staring at the ceiling and wondering why the hell I was the way I was.
I realise I am a year late with this response. However, the topic arose, I wrote my thoughts on it, and I have decided I would like to share them with you. This is my response to a collection of six articles on the web talking about the Charlottesville incident last August and what should be done with American confederate monuments. ~
My opinion on the whole confederate monument fiasco which sparked last year is, for the most part, divided. I do believe that part of what they represent is terrible, and they should not glorify parts of America’s past. Thus, they should be removed. However, they should not be completely removed. Though Davidson brought this point up in his article as something rather critical, I agree with the idea: put them in museums! I don’t think they should be destroyed by any means. After all, as several articles point out, whether we like it or not, it is part of America’s past – or the whole world’s.
If you can get past narcissistic antics of a money-crazed mother, who does not care about her family until money is involved, or show any true compassion for her son at all until he is thought to be dead, then the film Goodbye Christopher Robin (2017) is for you. If you can get past the betrayal of a previously unfit father and his use of his own son as a guinea pig for stories, then this film is for you. And if you relish in seeing a child extremely depressed growing up even almost into adulthood, then perhaps you’ll fall in love with the film. It does a splendid job of telling a mostly terrible story in lavish sets and designs, with a story that jumps all over but still forces you to connect with it.
My name is Tanner F. Riche. I am a published journalist and author, via numerous newspapers, Amazon, Kobo, Indigo, Barnes and Noble, and other sources. Please join me on my journey as a writer. I post occasionally.