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HERE THERE BE DRAGONS

RayFed·April 9, 2019

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HERE THERE BE DRAGONS

written by: RayFed

@MrRayFed

There be dragons here.

Upon the hill and the top of trees and sliding along the horizon.
It is more than a mortal mind should bear should I shut my eyes and bind them?
In the depths of the deep, they rumble and roar, their tails whip strong a tempest.
And the boats and men that cannot swim are taken down and encompassed.

There be dragons here.

Like the shapes of wolves and serpents foul, that play out upon the moor. They howl and hiss with an evil breath that I’ve smelt mists under the door.
And I keep their story and I keep their song, they don’t bother with this old man.
They seek the dreams of infant screams to feast in their demand.

There be dragons here.

I am the keeper of their souls.
Let loose from a young man’s folly.
I alone know the horrible truth.
they will devour the world.

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RayFed

I've always been a jack of all trades. I've been a poet, author, social commentator, comedian, online gamer, pod cast host, and Youtuber. I've had a class A license to drive semi truck over the road. I've worked as a chef, manager and all kitchen positions in hundreds of restaurants over the years. I've traveled in Mexico, Canada and through 37 of the 50 states. I've been a volunteer firefighter in Florida, where I grew up. I've fished the waters of the Gulf of Mexico and saw the far distant coast line of Cuba before its recent opening to the west. I've married, had 4 kids, divorced, got CKD stage 6 (end stage renal failure) Survived a stroke, mild heart attack, MRSA, blood clots and now chronic heart failure. Fully disabled and home bound, the internet is my social outlet, and window on the world. I go to dialysis three times a week, I watch movies, play video games and chat with people on social media. Writing is my catharsis for a life that is now spent measuring the time I have left, less the tomorrows that may never be.

Lou Storey

A textbook example of nominative determinism, Lou Storey has always been a storyteller, a fact well illustrated in his art and in his writing. His careers have reflected that as well, first as a creator of idea-based exhibitions for museums, and later as a psychotherapist employing narrative therapies. His art and his writing share qualities of rich texture and detail, examining our capacity to be absurd while allowing a measure of forgiveness for our foibles. Storey and his husband Steve retired in 2021 and moved from New Jersey to Savannah Georgia. “We love everything about Savannah, it is like a city that looks like a park and thinks it’s a small town. Best of all, we can grow bananas in the backyard!”

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startle their jumpy heartbeats as they walk.
Shadows discreetly follow the echoes
while they timidly proceed down the block.

Young voices repeat with conviction,
“It’s just a night for entertainment.”
There’s no need for goosebumps and fear
as their eyes focus on the cracked pavement.

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many follow in their hesitant footsteps,
eager to reach doors and push doorbells
but afraid of frightening special effects....

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