Casting off Into futures unwritten Trepidation in the heart Soul buoyed – The nights will be long The odds rough – But the road calls The future is inexorable Its bend, though, negotiable And we the tillerman of its course
Orchids
“I’m not sure,” she said. Her eyes passed over the grey day outside. The fall had run roughshod over the city, and the rains had been unceasing. Her breath fogged the window as she looked out, as if searching for something in particular, searching for Waldo in the window she’d looked out of every day …
Lean/Hyperart/90’s Rock
A sappy hit from the ‘90s played over the tinny speakers. The strong guitars reverberated in, the oddest basement I’ve ever been in. Not that I’ve been in many airport basements in general but even if I had, I’m sure this would standout as a particularly weird one. My cup of lean and this song …
Dues
It washed upon me A giant toxic wave Dark, churning, tempest born mass Thick liquid, dragging me down Deep beneath its thundering billows – Gears grind Scratching screeching metal Alive yet in a dream Struggling to float Struggling to think – In movement nor rest is respite found Only time, incessant and overbearing Shall free …
Seoul, Fall, Rain
The drops fell hard, the gift of angry clouds. The streets quickly began to flood. I watched from the safety of my apartment as the bike lane turned to a small river. The wakes bikers kicked up lapped against the curb. I took in the dreary scene and drank my coffee in contemplative solitude. The …
Future, Be Not
I guess I’ve always imagined a moment in my life that hasn’t yet happened. I doubt it ever will really. Perhaps some version of it. Perhaps something similar enough I pause and wonder if it is close enough to count. The moment isn’t anything spectacular. Hell, I’m sure I could just do it sometime. I’m …
Glorious Sunshine on a Guilded Balcony
A gentle breeze The rustling of verdant leaves Heralds The parting of clouds Departures of grey sky cloaks Sunshine Deprived from we below all day Its absence acute Resplendent Warming humans and awaking minds Glorious radiation, greeted with smiles Sighs Cloudy blues blown away Again the city awakens Joy
Mornings, Weird
The strange moment when dreams slip into the bright reality of morning is an odd transition. Often jarring, set to a soundtrack of a blaring alarm. The fantasies in technicolor imagination snap to a reality a bit too bright and too real. I’ve always had a vivid imagination, both when conscious and un. I’ve been …
Dreams of Past Pain
Dreams of past pain Bullets and guns silent In fields and jungles Screaming, deafening in dreams – The scars heal, Save the deepest ones Invisible without Ripped deep within – The soul’s torment Is the price of survival Better than the alternative If only just – A silent battle waged A horrific dreamscape A nocturnal …