In Silent Passage - Text and Visual Art by Chris DeRobertis (Dero)

// Thursday, July 17, 2014

Today's Tendril...

"The devil you know," as the saying does go,
is one devil too many;
one devil too many to know.

// Friday, July 04, 2014

Be patriotic, but do not be harassed by the imposition of another's will.

Be independent, but do not forget national unity and local community.

Be democratic, but do not be a mind without a voice or a vote without a vision.

Be welcoming, but do not be afraid to remind others, don't tread on me.

Copyright 2014 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Monday, June 16, 2014

Things You Never Want to Hear Over a Pilot's Intercom

Whoa, I've never seen that light come on before.
I'll have mine shaken, not stirred.
The twitches come and go, much like the voices in my head.
Man, I'm having the unluckiest day EVER.
Fly over it? Forget that. We're going through it!

This text composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.

// Sunday, June 15, 2014

Today's Tendril...

We are all fragile —
     like an egg in an earthquake,
          or a light bulb in a tornado,
               or a newspaper in a tsunami.

// Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Today's Tendril...

"Swallow me whole" — to be consumed by something that is greater than you.

"Swallow me hole" — to fall into something deep and dark, because you weren't paying attention, or because you've become "blind" to the dangers that await.

// Tuesday, June 03, 2014

Today's Tendril...

The artist and artistic alike ask, "Why? Why do I have this need to create?"

The answers come quickly:

Because it is the soul-stuff
Because the "answer" is in the feeling and in the journey, not in the reason and the destination
Because the ever present now can melt rainbows and herd storm clouds; move mountains (in the mind); grow roses in a graveyard
Because it is the God-light, the ghost-light, and the warmth of dream fires

// Sunday, June 01, 2014

A Prayer, of Sorts

O Lord, lead me to the center of a fallow field,
      at the height of summer,
      and let the corn rise around me
           in the blink of an eye.

And when the first snow begins to fall,
      bury my bones beneath a blanket of white,
      leaving only the husks of the last season
           to mark the miracle
                of what had been.

Copyright 2014 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Saturday, May 31, 2014

Ice Monkey

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Today's Tendril...

The journey isn't about pace, but about the points along the way, and how you tarry in the fields, mountains, or cities of each (filling the heart and mind with the breaths of the ever present now).

// Saturday, May 24, 2014

Skyway 2: Over Anthore

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// Friday, May 23, 2014

Today's Tendril...

Some dreams are like wild horses and wildflowers — not meant to be tamed or cultivated.

// Saturday, May 17, 2014

3-2-1

3 rules. 2 sides. 1 game. 0 overtime.

3 in 1. 2 images made. 1 in 3. Crucified.
The price paid.

3 paths. 2 feet. 1 heart.

Copyright 2014 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Wednesday, May 07, 2014

Skyway 1: GiA

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"GiA"
It was an oppressively hot summer day, around 630 PM, and I was stranded at the side of a country road (out of gas).

I was miles away from the nearest gas station, my cell phone had no bars, and my housemates were away for the weekend. I was stuck and no one knew.

My choices were limited — walk to the gas station, which would be closed by the time I got there, or wait for another car to come down the road.

I waited.

Fortunately, the car radio still worked and I was listening to a local radio station when the Emergency Broadcast System broke-in and announced that a tornado warning had just been issued for the area.

I got out of my car, looked at the sky above me, and thought, God is angry.

That's when the rolling sound of timpani drums, the sizzle and pop of nearby air, and a howling wind screamed, "Run!"

So I did.

I ran.

I ran so fast that everything became a blur.

And even as the world grew darker (and tighter) around me, I felt that I would make it to safety.

Imagine escaping the wrath of God?

Now that would be a great story to tell your friends.

Instead, I'm telling my story to the worms in my coffin.

And they don't seem to care.

The End

Copyright 2014 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

The text composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.

// Tuesday, May 06, 2014

Today's Tendril...

Elastic ethics.

Malleable morals.

Fungible philosophies.

At what point does learning and enlightenment become spiritual compromise, self-centered satisfaction, and follow-the-crowd capitulation?

// Saturday, May 03, 2014

The Return

It's that time of year again, spring.

And with it comes the inevitable – the return of the gnats.

Gnats—the irritating specks that swarm about the head and face, and occasionally find their way into the nostrils, eyes, ears, and mouths.

Fact: Swatting gnats does as much good as trying to sidestep raindrops. It just doesn't work.

And no matter how many of them are squashed, or shooed, or swept away in the temporary air currents of flailing arms, their numbers never decrease. E-ver.

As for repellent, well that only keeps the other humans away.

To all those that say gnats are "the worst" at dusk, I ask you this: Is there really a best time for gnats?

Then again, perhaps a cloud of black flecks that silently and slowly work its way toward you, and threatens to swallow you whole, as if you were nothing more than a worm and it a ravenous bird, is "the worst" at dusk.

Copyright 2014 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

Today's Tendril...

Better to be nagged by angels, than driven by demons.

// Thursday, May 01, 2014

3 Stages of Man

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// Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Three and One (Staged in the Abstract)

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// Thursday, April 24, 2014

Today's Tendril...

"To have become" is one thing.

"To become" is quite another.

// Monday, April 14, 2014

Veris MMXIV

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Winter is adored,
       With its wonderland of white.
But sometimes we get bored,
       With days of mostly night.

But now the green is back,
       The flowers all awake.
Good-bye gray,
       So long black,
            It's time to plant and rake.

// Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Today's Tendril...

Odds are nothing but numbers — and wishful thinking.

It takes intuition and enlightenment to lead.

// Sunday, April 06, 2014

Today's Tendril...

If I were a minister, pastor, or priest, then the dress code for the congregation would be: come as who you are, not what you are led to believe that you need to wear—or be.

No fancy dress, no "Sunday best," just you and your soul.

Because if it's good enough for God, then it's good enough for me.

// Friday, April 04, 2014

Today's Tendril...

"Always" — an option, but not necessarily an opportunity.

// Saturday, March 29, 2014

Raanel

This visual composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.

// Saturday, March 22, 2014

Today's Tendril...

How much mulch could a male moose munch, if a male moose could munch mulch?

About

// Sunday, March 02, 2014

Of Moss and Veil (In Three Parts)

Part 1: Of Moss and Veil: Formed and Framed

Of Moss and Veil Copyright 2014 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved. insilentpassage.com

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Part 2: Of Moss and Veil: A Tendril

Melancholy is a rose. Be wary of its thorns.

Part 3: Of Moss and Veil: In Silent Passage

Of moss and veil
I come to thee;
In silent passage,
Together we drift.

To snuff the spark,
Before it lands,
Is all it takes
For the balance to shift.

Today's Tendril...

Life isn't a scavenger hunt,
so don't turn it into one.

// Friday, February 28, 2014

Today's Tendril...

If content is king, then context is everything.

// Sunday, February 16, 2014

Thinking of April

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// Saturday, February 08, 2014

Alive, Awake, Aware

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About

"Alive, Awake, Aware" (AAA) is part mantra, part declaration, and part affirmation.

It's also a nod to my fondness for "plain text" sequences, i.e., text in monospaced typefaces, coupled with visual highlights.

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Copyright 2014 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.