Somewhere Between Midnight and Three, They Call to Me
Somewhere between midnight and three, while the rest of the world sleeps peacefully beside the living, I sit awake with the forgotten— letting the dead speak through me one poem at a time. Click the 🔗 to read on.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/05/07/somewhere-between-midnight-and-three-they-call-to-me/
“The patent truth is that nobody, regardless of race, religion, or personal enlightenment, nobody knows whether or not there is an afterlife. Only the dead can say for sure, and they aren't talking.” — Tom Robbins, Skinny Legs and All
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Every day, an elderly mother in east China's Shandong Province would answer a familiar video call: her only son, smiling from a room in a different province where he had moved for work.Like mothers everywhere, she worried out loud, asking whether he
The Watchers: A Rite Becoming
The trees bent inward, their limbs draped in long, trailing veils, like mourners who had forgotten how to leave. Stone markers rose from the earth in uneven rows, some proud, some sinking, all whispering in a language older than memory.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/30/the-watchers-a-rite-becoming/
Beneath the Feather of Ma’at
There, where the heart is weighed against the feather of Ma’at, I feel his presence— Anubis, patient and precise, his touch neither cruel nor kind, but lingering… knowing.https://kandiblaze.wordpress.com/2026/04/27/beneath-the-feather-of-maat/
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