Geoffrey Thorne's Writings
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Poem
Aug.06.2012
Don't ever think
those scenes we played
in Once Upon a Time
can fade behind some rosy screen
or hide beneath some rime
you did the things you did those days
you said the things you said
all azure then was simply blue
each scarlet only red
not softer and not brighter
not darker and not worse
so tell it straight or tell it not
in chapter...
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Poem
Aug.15.2011
here, today
i am made of words and notions. i am made of campfire nights.i am made of heartfelt potions. i am made of fretful flights. i am made of gusts and whispers. I am made of dreams and bones. I am made of wings and blisters and never do i sing alone."- © 2011 geoffrey thorne
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Dec.08.2010
Here and elsewhere
"Why shouldn't I just kill that guy and take his wife? She's hot and I'm WAY tougher than that skinny thing she's hooked up with."
"Well, no, you can't do things like that."
"Why not?"
"People don't like it."
"Let them say that to my face. I'll kill them too."
"The elders won't like it."
"The...
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Poem
Jan.25.2009
That she or he who hopes to climb
The vaulted ivy covered walls
Must needs believe what holds the heights
Surpasses that which plods and crawls
There's naught in Life that's proven gold
Without we several thresholds cross
The first is to divine the means
of separating gilt from dross
The second proves much harder still
For some who look but cannot see
The...
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Short Story
Jun.06.2008
"Oh, hey. What's going on here?"
"Uh, Armageddon, pearly gates, lake of fire. Where have you been?"
"Well, dead, mostly."
"It's Judgement Day, dude. Get it in gear."
"OMG! That's REAL?"
"Seems that way."
"So that's what all these folks are lined up for?"
"Pretty much. See that little...
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Poem
Jun.05.2008
excerpted from WINTER OF THE WILD HUNT © 2006 geoffrey thorne
Don't weep to the stars, they won't last forever.
Don't cry to the earth for constancy.
Life is the vein binding hearts together.
Nothing that is will always be.
Nothing that is will always be.
The hawk as he flies screeches out the answer
To the question that's posed by the crashing sea.
"Death, after Life, is the cruellest cancer....
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Nothing's impossible, I have found. For, when my chin is on the ground, I pick myself up, dust myself off and start all over again.”
—PICK YOURSELF UP - Dorothy Fields
About Geoffrey
Geoff is a writer, illustrator and sometime maker of filmed entertainment.
He lives in Los Angeles but is hoping for a pardon any day now.
Connections
Causes Geoffrey Thorne Supports
Operation USA, Greenpeace, Doctors Without Borders,
Geoffrey’s Favorite Books
Parable of the Sower, Parable of the Talents, A Wizard of Earthsea, Otherland, The Damnation Game, The Stand, The Sandman, EON