Riga Meets Sarah

 

Riga Meets Sarah

Imagine a place where you can meet people. Riga met Sarah. A meeting that never should've happened. Both wanted to meet missing loved ones. They went to this place to do that. The people they met were not who they wanted to.

 

I miss my father. That fact never ever goes away. If only there was a way to finally be together. Other than my own death. Meeting my father in dreams and by spaceship doesn't count. It's not... Real.

 

Lee, I miss you. Where are you now? Did you know that John and I were together? We were happy for a few years. Can you believe that? We denounced war. Threw away all our guns. We had a son. A difficult birth. He was a monster. That's what we called him. Monster. The radiation...

 

"Who are you? You are not Lee?" Sarah was so confused. "What the Hell?'

 

"Where's my father? He should be here. Not you!" Riga also perplexed. She shook her head.

 

"This place..." Sarah waved her hands.

 

"It's not what it's meant to me." Riga wiped her tears away.

 

"I know. Tell me about it. I’m Sarah."

 

"Sarah? I'm Riga. Nice to meet you."

 

"Likewise. How are you? What's the matter? Please don't cry."

 

"I came here to see my father. He died before his time."

 

"I'm so sorry Riga. Please don't be sad."

 

I'm always sad after my father died. It's why I left my boyfriend Pedro and gave him Hell. Thanks for your kind words Sarah."

 

"I am sorry Riga. We all lose those we love. My friend Lee died. We were all soldiers. The English army killed him. It was terrible. We won the fight but who won the war? I certainly didn't..."

 

“I am sorry too for your friend Lee’s death. You just have been close. It's ok about my father. Thank you...."

 

"I guess we are both the same. Sisters in death and loss. You're not alone now Riga. I am your friend..."

 

"Thank you. I need a friend. Sarah is a pretty name."

 

"I'm from Oldham. In England. My home town. It was destroyed with a nuclear bomb. You see we were at war..."

 

"I'm sorry about all that. The war. Your friend dying. Your home destroyed like that."

 

"Yes Riga. Modern weapons are powerful. That one was. I fought my own wars and demons. Different from yours."

 

"I knew a witch. She gave me her spaceship. I went looking for my father..."

 

"Juniper's Daughter? You knew her? Fuck. She was my friend too. She was strange. Though a good person. She was also a soldier. Her wars were also different yet relatable..."

 

"Fancy that. We both knew the witch. It’s a small world my friend. A small world..."

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Discarded Paper by Brian Von Blimp (Author)

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This is the new book of alternative poetry by Brian Von Blimp. It features poetry on life events and human interactions, on current affairs and history, on love and romance. The work is not as dark as some of his previous volumes. Yet there is just enough to say in this 2026 release. Several short fiction stories are included. Alternative writing for contemporary people. What are you waiting for?

Riga pieces

Riga Pieces

Riga knew Pedro had a few pieces missing. Not in a bad way but good. He saw the world very simply. His way. He understood many things but lacked deep cognitive ability. This led to a degradation in critical thinking skills compared to her. She outclassed him twice. It was the way his brain was wired. For a long time he felt bad about it. Then they met. Riga told him why feel bad about it? Simply accept it as a fact and live with it. Like Riga would never be great at basket ball. She accepted it and moved on. Though she can play volleyball. It similar but different. Pedro managed well enough. He was able to figure things out. Like how to travel to a far away place or assemble a battle rifle. His song writing was simple. He either came up with a melody or wrote the words. Adding words or music to finish it. Riga could've stayed with Pedro for good. She wondered why he had dated her while married? It was his diminished cognitive ability that allowed him to do this. He didn't see it as right or wrong yet knew what he was doing. If he wanted to do something he did it. Including seeing Riga and later on Emma. It's what made him a brilliant soldier. He viewed things simply. It was the best way for him. Riga was the very opposite. She analysed from many angles. Validated what she knew and found out other facts. Only then we're decisions made. Having similar mind sets and world views allowed them to click as a couple big time. It was the same with Emma. She saw the world like Pedro did. Something was either right or wrong. Never in the middle. Pedro and Emma were great together. Arguably better than Riga and him. Riga wondered was it possible to update Pedro's brain or give him a new Operating System? That was almost sci-fi science. But then he wouldn't be the Pedro she always loved. Even if apart. His few missing pieces made him who he was. She wished him well in his ongoing army service and with Emma. It was a strange if oddly charming world. Riga made each day count. As did Emmap and Pedro. 

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Riga Orbits

Riga Orbits

An object in orbit over the planet. Visible from the surface. Moving fast silently through the upper sky. What is it? Some type of vehicle. Not from here but it's here as it orbits along. Made of metal it sparkles in the five red suns. An oddly garish reddish but not red colour. Rapidly passing the suns moving to the night side. This machine not of here. Strangely pretty. All symmetrical not a thing sticking out. Except a fin stop it. If there were observers below they would see it. Who is it? Where is it from? Who built it and why? A random alien planet located where? Where it orbits and from? Ask and get no answers. What is the meaning? Yes it's possible for an alien craft to be alien elsewhere. Like here. At a planet with five suns. Interesting physics. Bring the scientists. Is the craft unscrewed? Just imagine the view from the craft. Imagine if a small female called Riga was there. Enjoying the view. No moods or critical thinking or stamping her feet. Drinking orange juice and eating a fresh apple. A strange craft in orbit over a mid sized alien world. Where are the science fiction writers when you need them? This should be written.

Aeroplane Poems 2 by Nick Armbrister

 This is Nick Armbrister's second aviation based poetry collection bringing together poetry and prose from his books from 2010-15. His aircraft poems are on many types ranging from old biplanes, piston engined planes, fast modern jet fighters, flying and combat. The Natalie poems are memorable. She was a pilot in the Falklands War. The Cold War and World War 2 is also covered, as are nuclear strike missions. Nick has been interested in all things that fly since he was a child and this continues today with his poetry and tattoos related to modern aircraft.

 

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purpled

Purpled

Only the military could do that. Turn the heat up so bad. In the day it was like a sweat box. Worse than an oven. You never felt hear so bad. I'm not sure what they did or how they did it. They ignited the atmosphere. Nobody told us. We just felt it. One day it was cool the next it was hot. Like our location shifted from Maine to Bali. That was not possible. Or was it? Did the military have a secret machine that tricked the planet? So it believed it was elsewhere. That was one of my theories. I went out at night and slept by day. Or tried to. Broken not full sleep. You would hate it as much as I. Why would the military do this? Turn up the heat and humidity? Maybe they were changing us? So we would be changed? Our bodies becoming a different creature. That summer in Maine was unlike any other. Autumn and winter were the same. They killed the seasons! There was no snow. The rain was tropical. As we're the hurricanes. What the Hell did they do? The military. They turned up the temperature. It started with a purple flash in the sky...

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Riga twice

Riga Twice

Riga put on snake oil liniment. Her left knee was hurting after a hard four peak hike. Ten kilometres of up down left right hiking joy. A wondrous time seeing the dawn mist over the valley. This part of Thailand was cool. The sea of clouds was something. Riga took photos and videos of it for her blog. She emailed Pedro the links. He was in Antarctica as a security detail. I miss his skinny Portuguese butt. I shouldn't of been a bitch with him. I know he never went away due to me. It was career enhancement. Just like my new blog. We both make good money. For this trip alone I'll make ten thousand. I wonder if I'm allowed to visit him? He said there's no direct flights down there. I'll ask him if they need extra staff. I can work there or take a holiday. Pedro you jerk! I miss you. What did you do to me? You should see the view here. I'm on the edge of a limestone plateau. The birds fly by below me into the mist. Lovely. Just think if we could both fly there. Like birds. Do you remember? We hiked thirty miles from here. The scenery is different. It's drier and not limestone peaks. Rolling green hills and forests. We made love by the river. You thought I was pregnant. Those were the days. Hard to think it was four years ago. My knee feels better now. I need to descend and eat at the cafe in town. Thai chicken curry is the best. I'll send you some hehe. Wish you were here babe. Riga on the peak.