Author Archives: W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, poet and maker.

At the Show

I’ll be getting home soon. I have seen that musical finally. It was full of wisdom and light. I almost didn’t see it. Other plans fell through. My mishap was really a blessing. As the lights went up on the … Continue reading

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Pantry

My pantry is full of boxes and cans. I am no celebrated gourmet chef. Sometimes I throw parties regardless. People come over for a movie and a snack. I try to have something to share. What should I cook tonight? … Continue reading

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A Wanderer

Think of me as a wanderer. I follow my own path through the world. Nothing there gives me a reason to fear. I always find a safe place to stand. Yet I can’t explain the thoughts that come. My mind … Continue reading

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The Sun

Early in the misty morning, the sun prepares for another day. The waiting birds watch for the signal as its burning light fills the sky. The brilliant noon-day climax leads to slow afternoons of rest. When the sun finishes its … Continue reading

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A Master Chef

My friend, a humble breakfast cook, loves to create authentic meals. Renaissance food is his passion. His skill has been growing and growing. He can use forgotten ingredients, but even so, he entices my appetite with tastes from an era … Continue reading

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A Single Path

  My words came forth with grace. As listeners filled the majestic hall, I reveled in their laughter and cheers. Each of my words were sound. The listeners saw their wisdom. Soon, I witnessed a dramatic change. The city was … Continue reading

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A Distant Light

He looked out a lonely window. The distant light danced wildly again. Its odd color is unexplainable. He fears seeing the sign. It is an omen of evil. The new day is far away now. He shares his anxiety with … Continue reading

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