As Flames Die
Campfires cling to blackened logs Their sparks illuminate intimacy otherwise hidden By encroaching darkness A circle of implied closeness Created by the threat…
1. Introduction: The Jar
My life was bad; I did a bad thing Now I’m in Hell and I can’t but sing Of loss and dreams—escapist fluff— Just stop me, if you’ve had enough. I’ll bookend the…
17. Conclusion: My Dark Campfire
I *PILOT* my *FEAR* from *EARTH* to *MARS*, I hurtle through *SPACE* at the *SPEED* of *LIGHT* *SOCIETY* may *CALL* to me from afar; But I *RUN* through…
5. An Image Under Glass
*Campfire*, you say? Did I hear someone speak? Picture this, traveler: this is a metaphor. I was tossed onto a raging campfire. It burned me up. This campfire…
Weapons Training Guide
I am the *daughter* of a *society* on *Mars*. We live in *isolation*, fighting our way out of this dark *hole*, void of *Earth’s* *poetic* *technology*, such…
An Undying Flame
Bits of sand tick against the murky, wet widow-glass. A car, its tires buried by surf, sways under a strong coastal wind. Headlights, once illuminating the…
Low Brass In The Wild
Bubba threw another clarinet on the campfire. This year, he promised himself that he’d take marching season seriously this year. The bitter, cold Fall wind…
The Plan
“M’lady! M’lord!” Skidding along the base of Kejajo, a gangly lad calls to the assembly below. Lady Elsha looks up from the map and Sir Robert joins her gaze…
Ode To A Campfire
I sip eagerly on a milkshake, artificially flavored to taste like a s’more created from the warm and embracing fires of the ones we used to have beneath the…
Bravery and Loss
“Momma! Look what I finded!” a little girl cried out, toddling towards Adrianna. The young mother smiled gently. Her steel-toed boot prodded the campfire…
The Last Four Boys
The four boys remaining sat around a small, smoky fire, praying that neither the light nor the smoke would give away their location. They watched each other…
Solar Campfire
Stoke the fire Make it burn There’s so much more to learn. Toss the soil into motion add some air plants and ocean Other orbs large and small rock or gas cover…
Keywords
This campfire society is a call to isolation. Away from technology’s test, no need to duck bullets. Sequestered away from that teeming death hole, One may take…
The Silver Skull
There are twelve of us boys bunked in Cabin 3, the Junior Cabin of the Cherokee Tribe at YMCA summer camp. Eleven of them are asleep. I can hear them…
Walking After You
I toss a couple twigs on the fire, and settle in against a rock. All my possessions in the world are in this tiny campsite, and by the time I’m done here I…
Roasty Toasty
I feel it singe my body, almost too hot to stand it. Yet my back is freezing. Funny how sharp the contrast feels when part is warmed and part is left…