The Arrogance of Time

The arrogance of Time is she presumes to heal, Promising to numb the pain we hoard and steal, Gently soothe bloodied souls to once again feel, Banish cruel memories - her intents ideal. But I cling to her hand to make my appeal: "Don't take away my pains, this lonely ordeal, They are all that … Continue reading The Arrogance of Time →

Along the river

Along the river,Echo the laughter of ghosts,Lost beyond the time,Children’s games that never end,Children’s dreams that never end.

Smoke and Mirrors

How often she has taken me to her lips,The taste of honey-smoke dreams wafting,Drifting like handfuls of dripping arias,Intoxicating, the poisonous laughter,So I, enthralled and blissful, seek,Her incandescent eyes reflecting eternity,Of the hollow of my soul.

Toast to Spring far from home

To Spring memories,Phantom thoughts dancing on wind,Like falling petals.

An Inconvenient Wall

Aram punched the wall again, mostly out of frustration, but also out of a morbid need to commit to his foolish experiment. Yes, his knuckles were split and raw and his hands were shattered, but he consumed enough painkillers to ignore such inconveniences, and the wall at least splintered with every thousand blows - he … Continue reading An Inconvenient Wall →

To wake, to spring

What a difference,To wake with the morning sun,To wake with bird song,Even coffee tastes sweeter,When you wake to a spring day.

Somewhere in Nevada

He flicked his cigarette into the desert and began to light another one with the practiced motion of a salaryman. His assistant was pissing on the cracked earth beside Highway 50 because he insisted on drinking four energy drinks for breakfast. A scraggly kitten approached, meowing. The salaryman frowned, uneasy. Two men and a kitten … Continue reading Somewhere in Nevada →

A Sort of Danse Macabre

In fiery tongues of the ancient fireling,Dances the ghost of the Magician's Daughter,and her paramour, the starry-eyed Owl King,Their zephyrus song-revelry growing louder,Summon shadow-laughter, crackling kindling,While the warlock trapped weeps to be without her,Her, who lies in darkness, unseen fate-weaving,Whisper prayers for forgiveness in spring showers,Magic made real only through painful living.

Two, Alone

She laughed, tossing back the phone, "How depressing!" The writer felt defensive, "That's like, my schtick - a dreary poet who rejects catharsis." "Oh, honey,” she murmured, a finger prodding his cheek, “Rejection implies choice.” Across the room, a grey shorthair yawned with an air of annoyance, wondering why it’s human was talking to himself … Continue reading Two, Alone →

Into the Wood

The deep woods beckoning me to wander, Draw me into the dark depths, to blindly blunder, Into the rippling, billowing shadow falling under, So I stare, enthralled and rapt with misty wonder, The silence singing in my ears, a deafening thunder, When sudden claws tears my rapture asunder, Catching hold of my thoughts in horror, … Continue reading Into the Wood →