I'm listening...

I had great plans for this page, but it seems that I wasted all my ideas on the not-a-blog.

So, if you have any contributions for this bit of web space, please feel free to email me at bluharmony@bluharmony.org. I will gladly post any quality submissions, subject to the caveat that I may edit for typos and grammatical errors, but only with your permission.  Eventually, I plan to have separate pages for poetry, prose, short fiction, visual arts, photography, and music. A forum discussing life and art (and life as art) is also a possibility.  Please only submit YOUR OWN work, and keep all compositions as short as possible.  All submissions will, of course, be properly attributed to their creators.  Having said this, here is a short piece that I fell in love with tonight.  Or maybe it was lust.  Anyway, here it is:

Love and Lust

The differences are hard to spot sometimes. Here's how I keep them sorted out:

Lust is like a fire. Sometimes it builds up slow, sometimes it ignites in an explosion. Bright, hot, intense and roaring, it consumes all else... for a time. Eventually, it will have consumed all its available fuel, and then it dies. It warms us, for a brief moment in our lives, and then it's gone. For that moment, it appears to be the most powerful thing in the world... but it is, inevitably, only of that moment. That's the nature of fire, and the nature of lust.

Love, on the other hand, is a river. Sometimes calm on the surface, sometimes intense in its own right... but it nourishes more than it destroys. It is powerful and deep, always moving, ever unstoppable, and even when it encounters obstacles that change its course, it continues on, eventually wearing away and overcoming even those most seemingly powerful barriers. That's the nature of a river, and the nature of love.

I choose to build my fire by the river.

By Daniel Kirk