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 …

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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 …

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 …

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, …

Fragmented Words

After all is said and done, will my fragmented words mean anything, to anyone?

Adrift the Sea of Creativity

I am adrift the currents of my own creativity,A shattered moon overhead, looming despondently,Gleaming on the glassy surface of these calm seas,I breathe in the stars with shuddering ecstasy,And dive down into the unfathomable deeps,Harvesting glimmering pearls of my fantasies,Clinging like barnacles to shipwrecked stories,Full of potential, romantic, tragic, dreamy,But I dare not linger too …

Unintended Poetry

There is an arrangement of flowers on the small patio across from me,A collection of red Tulips and silvery Lilies, well-tended and orderly,I have never seen the owner, but their commitment was clear to see,Inspired, I planted some flowers of my own, Fuchsias and Pansies,So I was a touch shocked to see, over the course …