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WIP excerpt: “The Archer”

With a loud snap, Jack stepped squarely on a dead branch just beneath the leaf litter.Tolan turned and spoke softly,

“Even the forest bison are quieter than you.”

Jack shrugged and waved a hand at an insect.

Tolan went on,

“If you wish to die today then continue without looking for where to put your feet first.”

Tolan waggled a long finger for emphasis,

“Walk as I do. Stop when I signal you to stop and move when I signal you to move.”

Jack nodded and leaned against a large red oak.

Tolan frowned.

“Did I say to lean against that tree?”

 “No.”

Tolan sighed.

“Surely the gods sent you as a test.”

© Erik Hansen 2017

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Sheepdogs

22 innocent people were killed in Manchester, UK Monday evening by a suicide bomber. Speculation continues to spin out of the mouth of the MSM, but I don’t know if anything will help explain this seemingly senseless act.

22 dead, 59 wounded at the teen pop star, Ariana Grande’s concert.

Unimaginably, teens were targeted. 

Lone wolf? 

Coordinated attack by ISIS? 

Al Queda?

The Taliban?

We shall see. 

Maybe.

One thing is for certain; our leaders continue to instruct us to simply accept this and continue on our merry way, blinders in place.

After the terrorist attack, BBC’s Katty Kay had this to say, 

“Europe is getting used to attacks like this,” she says. “We have to, because we are never going to be able to totally wipe this out. As ISIS gets squeezed in Syria and Iraq, we’re going to see more of these kinds of attacks taking place in Europe and Europe is starting to get used to that.”

While Prime Minister Theresa May had this to say, “Let us remember those who died, and let us celebrate those who helped, safe in the knowledge that the terrorists will never win,” 

She also vowed that Britains’ way of life would go on.

But no one should have to get “used to” this type of heinous crime and everyone’s way of life is irrevocably changed after such an attack, as what happened here in the USA on September 11, 2001 when radical Islamic terrorists killed nearly three thousand people in a single day.

I appreciate people who seek out the solutions to problems rather than perpetuate them by virtue signaling, discussing them endlessly and informing the rest of us of what not to do after another one of these vile acts is perpetrated. 

Solutions to the widespread problem of radical Islam and its wave of terror are what is necessary, solutions based on sound evidence and true facts. 

Solutions that can begin in your own home.

Solutions for keeping your side of the street clean and, thereby, your neighbors’ as well.

Solutions that can help keep our children safe without trampling all of our (and our grandchildren’s) God given rights into the ground.

Not more of the same monotone, desensitizing drone from the worlds’ media and leaders, urging us to be good little sheep and get used to the wolves that come in the night to pick us all off; lambs included. 

Use the power of your own minds, the power of your right to life & your children to live theirs.

Refuse to be sheep.

Let’s try to be sheepdogs instead.
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4-30-17


woodsmoke smells of home

when the clean-up leads

to brush burning

renewal and a fresh outlook

but it clings to your clothes

your hands and hair

you watch it trickle away

down the shower drain.

late at night dreams reveal 

tall flames, fire licking 

the ink black sky

while smoke stings the eyes

and obscures the countless stars.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-29-17


Pink and white

apple blossoms 

smile through the green

while the scent of lilacs

dressed in purple royalty 

is carried on the breeze.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-28-17


walking the dirt track in

plowed fields all around

revealed in the dim light

I stop

to double check for everything

calls, shells and gloves

anticipation building

for a colorful, strutting tom.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-27-17


the deer feed slowly

moving across the hillside

unnoticed by most.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-26-17


off and on 

drizzle becomes rain

becomes drizzle again

the wind pushes the clouds

across our moisture laden

horizons

the skies as dark

as your hair.

© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-25-17


Rain pocks the slow flowing

surface of the river

its low murmur

speaks to the many

whirlpools that spin themselves out on their way downstream.

© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-24-17


a hand reaches out 

with food across a fire

witness this act

long after the hunt 

and the final meal is offered

to the animal itself

in this time honored

denouement.

© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-23-17


breathe it in

wood smoke, turned earth

manure spread upon the fields

listen

the birdsongs from the brambles

a tractor grumbles in the distance

see it all played out

different 

yet the same.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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