Remains of the Hot Day
The day is hot. Spot, every spot heated up, up, up. Down, down beats the brightness from the hole in the sky. Air rises. Hope falls. I love it! From craggy…
Hot Dead Run
Sweat runs in rivulets and flits back in the oncoming breeze. Worn Reeboks pound out a desperate rhythm across gravel and cracked pavement. A pitiless Arizona…
Stealing the Sun
That sweet solitude, In the serenity of the sun. Laying unabashed with no one to intrude, No more problems of the past to outrun. First the light touches upon…
I, the Moon
You are the Sun, and I the Moon. You chase my darkness. I bring you gloom. Monsters howl to me. To you, angels fly. Your light burns through me. You’ll only…
Setting or Rising?
The sun is stuck hanging low today. I do and don’t feel sorry for it. But I’ve always been bad at choosing sides. There is truth on both sides. I really don’t…
Moon Escape
Hanging in the open, the Moon coughed and didn’t turn her head. How disgusting I am, she thought, as the mist settled over the world. _Maybe they’ll just…
Think About Aten in Your Eggshell
Moonlight tells me that it’s finally time. Time to crack your egg’s eggy shell, crawl on out and stretch your pretty neck. You don’t have to worship Aten any…
27-31; cheating
I. Scrubbing dusty photo-frames like brushing my teeth. A daily ritual. The photos used to sleep in an album but now they hang on the walls, under the stairs…
False Spring
The sun was shining, her warmth gracing my cold and pale skin (a feeling I had almost forgotten). The birds were chirping, singing back and forth between their…
(Day 14) ...is your own damn self.
(From the log of Col. Terrence Green) Day 8 No sign of what ever in the hell caused that banging. All I know it was solid. I felt in my bones whenever it hit…
Lost in the Twilight
Dear Sun, I look for you everyday. I can only find you every once in a while. When I hang around in the morning... it’s like a “morning after.” But after what…
Moonrise. Sunset.
Sometimes, I wish the roof would tear off and a black hole would suck me into space. I hear it’s quite peaceful up there, or it can be, anyways, with the right…
Untitled Poem #8
You and I always travel under the cover of night, letting the midnight winds caress our skin that, just hours ago, baked in the sweltering sun. We roll the…
Into the Horizon
The dull morning shed no light for the rest of the day. The gloomy clouds hung ubiquitously, forbidding any of the warmth or light the sun had to offer. The…
Aztecs, Man...
20th of December. The room was quiet. A barmaid was collecting empty pint glasses from beer-soaked mats. “Aztecs, man. I’m telling you...” Pete rolled his…
Child of the Heavens
Now after time had past, the Sun and Moon became dissatisfied with emptiness, that ever present lack surrounding them. No more was joy amidst the garden…
Radiance
Spring finally gained enough strength (and common sense) to break free from Winter’s binding grasp. Spring grabbed Winter’s keys from his trembling hands (they…
In The Middle Of Nowhere
Out here in the endless stretch of cornfields (which, by the way, I do not like) I watch the stars blink on, one by one, until the whole sky lights up like a…
One Violet Rose
Lilac lace Traces Clove pink Clothes; The sun Set As one Violet rose
The Rhythm Of Light Is Life
Senses come Dispersed in life Like a prism Immersed In light