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My Flash Novel Flatland – A Modern Southwestern Adventure is now available at Amazon.com for the Kindle Reader. Get it here!

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Have you ever found yourself caught in a trap so subtle you wonder how you ever got there in the first place? Have you ever needed to get out of a situation, but were too enticed by desire to leave? In Flatland – A Modern Southwest Adventure Icarus Dade finds himself in the grip of just such a web of intrigue.

When a railroad accident in the Four Corners region of the New Mexico desert leaves him stranded, Icarus finds life much more complicated than he could have imagined. Follow along as he becomes entangled in a seemingly inescapable net of love, corruption and betrayal in the double-dealing small town justice of Flatland.

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To a Wild Rose

And who am I to be a judge
(and who am I to take a tally)?
but if a rose should live a thousand years
would not my own eyes see it gladly?

For a rose will wither and wrinkle
(its scent to fill a room)
but a rose that lives forever
(will not of centerpieces swoon)

For what winds that blow ‘crost those thorns
(coldest winds that men forsake)
will be the ones to carry the scent
that such a rose would make?

Now I’ve often wondered
at my ability to reason
how roses oft are quickly lobb’d
a mantle to be pleasin’

But yet for me what wisdom shows
in a lonesome hillside (crag’dmont) rose
(where even wintry winds cannot expose)
what ne’er has pleased a nose

For the scent of roses tell their death
(their fireside shriv’ and wither)
so it seems a rose will never die
if it grows amongst the heather

(From the FALL OF THE AGE OF REASON –
An Existential Journey of Fantasy and Discovery by V. Alarcón-Córdoba)

The Woodcock’s Crow

the woodcock crows
at the break of dawn
but no one’s there
to listen

hark hark ye
hear my plea
it sings
but no one
gives a care

then one day
the woodcock’s crow
was silenced! by a
poison in the air
(a silent deadly mist
that rose above
the factories
of despair)

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