poem

Just a late-night glitch shuddered in rasping touch, beneath broken moans, whispers and empty promise. Between breaths no one noticed the song had ended. With skipping rhythm and heartbeat we sang to…

Waking eyes heavy against the whisper of a cool breeze. Door ajar, I hear the waggish spill of a songbird, its gaze traced in perfect komorebi. It doesn’t know Discordance. I watch…

Temporal acuity beckons anecdotes like signposts, aides-mémoires, marmoreal icons chiseled in neural static like monuments they tower across horizons aglow with elation, casting dismal shadow until gentle caress becomes nostalgia traversing well-worn…

Shamans gather upon that ancient hill— Where verdant-born youth once gripped vibrant bright in motherly embrace Where now linger the withered and worn. Fractured. Forgotten. Medicine-men made of wildfire and whispers yearning…

Tracing upon youth’s bitter edge, so practiced in deceit, they adore and desire all they cannot keep. Ten smiles hang upside down falling from tangled branch beneath. The wishing tree weeps in…