Tag Archives: Matthew Baldwin

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Dawn Amongst the Pear Blossoms

The pear blossom trees atop the hill stirred restlessly in the morning breeze. Beneath them stood two men, the younger clothed in the red and blue of a Yoshimoto retainer, the older in the hard-traveled hakema of a wandering ronin. Their swords were drawn, the

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Forest of Lights

Because I’m late leaving work, I hustle from the tram station, hoping I can still make it to the Tribute in time. The familiar weight of my oxymask bounces against my chest, as I maneuver the ebb and flow of the crowd, the brass buckle

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Portents

It began with the sound of the wind chimes. They had been hanging on my porch for years, stirring in even the slightest of breeze, their music a part of my daily life. But there was something different about them this time, an odd cadence

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That Divine Sound

Many faiths allege that Creation as we know it began with sound: a divine invocation for illumination; a single syllable that unites all under the godhead; a tale, woven by a traveling entity, from which the mortal we know it was transcribed into existence. The

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Everything Turns, and Carries Me Closer

“Get religion, man,” my friend said to me. “Give faith a try. It might carry you through.” He was an apostate himself and spoke in jest, but nothing else was doing much good, so I figured it was worth try. As an atheist, naturally disinclined

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We Call Upon The Author

I write your futures down, and they come true. I do not know how this is, or why. Only that it happens with out fail. Though as with any good narrative, there are rules to be followed. It works only for a handful of individuals

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Wilding

People will most likely say that I am mad, and perhaps I am. Though if I am mad, the madness has certainly aided my escape from another sort of affliction. In retrospect, I had been suffering from the malaise for some time, a quiet sort