New fiction the Zone

 i am currently working on a sci fi horror survival fiction piece with low gore,  here's the link.  Inspired by roadside picnic.

http://zone-ra.blogspot.com/?m=1

Now on Google Books

The Song of the Fox is now available on google books, if you like animal poetry:

https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Russell_Ackerman_The_Song_of_the_Fox?id=exYOBAAAQBAJ

if you like the apocalypse and the wasteland, check out my fiction on google books.
the title is "The Walker in the Dust". Book 1 is free, so enjoy! (not super-hero or zombie apocalypse).

Can you keep your humanity in the wasteland?

http://play.google.com/store/books/details/Russell_Ackerman_Broken?id=k68NBAAAQBAJ

(PS> you  can get the PDF version here too)

The origin of water

When the sky becomes a fountain,

I am a droplet I believe,

falling sky onto a mountain

I rest upon a tree’s green leaves.

I am a mote of nature’s wrath,

long before I reach the stream,

seeking but a single path,

I own myself a single dream,

I fall unto the forest floor

and ever journey down and down,

towards the ocean evermore

leaving the mountain’s rocky crown

Now I am a forest brook

coursing always down the slope,

changing from the form I took,

to be the drop again, I hope

But now I am a river, raging

and becoming ever larger,

a downhill warpath I am waging

as the rain falls ever harder.

I travel far throughout the wood,

growing always ever wider,

I am the flowing river god,

I am the splashing mountain rider.

I etch the hills with winding scrawl

eating ‘way at rock and bone,

I am now a waterfall,

falling, flying, stretching down.

And when I, the river, reach the sea,

we combine and I am gone,

full of salt but finally free,

forgetting I was a drop of rain.

But when the waves stir up my soul,

I leap and rise above it all,

in my travels I see the whole,

I become again the droplet small.

Now I am the ocean spray,

rising on the breeze to height,

evaporating on the way,

I am mist in sailor’s sight.

Up and over the dark blue bay,

as a fog I rise above,

reaching for the Milky Way,

completing the cycle that I love.

I travel far from ocean chop,

and when the clouds begin to pour,

I am again a tiny drop,

fated to be the river once more.

The Point of No Return

Title:“The point of no return” by yours truly.

 

I asked a question long ago,

the answer satisfied me not.

I ask so many questions now,

the answers tie me up in knots.

 

I'm surrounded now by many questions,

at this point I've come to rest.

To go further is the only lesson,

this point of no return, a test.

 

I must seek within myself

knowing not what I shall find,

I shall seek within myself,

to break the many answers that bind!

 

Deep within my heart I've found

a sacred gate that I must pass.

Flames of sorrow leap from the ground,

burning, and a mirror of fine glass.

 

Wreathed in flame I go, melting ‘way the past.

Warily I go, but I am cleansed at last.

Finally the mirror, and what is it I see?

I see the truth at last, the self that I must be.

The Tangled Web

Title: The Tangled Web, by yours truly.

 

I saw a spider on webbing tangled,

I saw within - my own heart, mangled,

is the spider my own fear,

a weight upon my heart to bear?

 

Am I just a passing fly?

Devoured again, by and by,

or perhaps am I the tangled web,

what am I to think instead?

 

Yet I know I am the spider,

the master of the tangled web.

then my heart grew ever lighter,

and clarity came unto my head.

 

I am the spider, web, and flies,

my heart; a dark and secret space,

tomorrow I go beneath blue skies,

and build another web in grace.

Lord Spider

I dedicate this poem to jumping mouse:

http://www.firstpeople.us/FP-Html-Legends/TheStoryofJumpingMouse-Unknown.html

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Title: Lord Spider

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Once I thought I was a fly,

tangled in the spider’s web.

Tangled so, I could not go,

I knew that I would soon be dead.

 

Struggle as I might that day,

a greater force indeed held sway.

The spider’s silk it held me fast,

With strength, I fought unto the last,

 

The spider feasted and was full,

I did not feel the darkened pull

of nether, instead I found myself,

no longer trapped in spider’s wool

 

Now I am the spider, lurking,

gazing up at eagle, circling,

wondering what I next shall be,

I spin white thread and I am free.

 

The tangled web of silk is mine,

I am the spider looking out,

with sixteen eyes I am divine

I am the spider in the spout.

 

When rushing water breaks my web,

I wash away, drowned and dead,

my soul shall take another house,

I shall become lord jumping mouse.

AsciiWilderness

I just published Ascii Wilderness, the roguelike, Prealpha version.  Check it out at:

http://asciiwilderness.blogspot.com/p/ascii-wilderness.html