We stir up sand running at speed to climb clouds towards a milky galaxy we’ve labeled the ethereal Heaven. Yet what do we use to achieve our goal, but plastic supplies stored in polyester bags. Eternally, we remain ill-equipped to face the ex-wife when we keep fingers laced with her abuser. Man-made madness so consumes…
This basalt-paved walkway juts out into deep water, concluding suddenly at an arbitrary edge…but the path continues subaquatic. No surveyor has ever discovered they walk on rooftops of tower columns: skyscraper rivals with how deep they go. Aboveground cousins own whispers of giants and their causeways, yet divers do not explore what lies beneath. Not…
How can the water ripple so gently, without a mind for wildfires coating the sky in sunset hues? Human cause is human doom; only humans can move sitting droplets deposited by gust and cloud absorbing drip of sap smoke, scarf in mouth chemicals, and shimmery boulder heat. When a pond weeps, where does it pool?…
The red-breasted robin inhales a startling lack of incense among still-standing trees not yet assaulted by forged metal. Oxygenated exhales enter lungs as a fresh bitter, a mint that stings throats used to smog. A good sting. An intentional sting as bark cousins remind flesh enemies paying to roam the park that the static stoicism…
Little flame flickers, licking the air. Afraid to lose its new life, it longs to linger, Made, it decides, to devour with devastating tongue. Partial to pure oxygen, it savors the Sylvan, Looking for tree leaves to flesh out its form. Initiator of warmth for night-bound humans, Greed and impatience urge its emergence. Hurried steps…
Hell’s fairies fly before my field of valley’s vision, with wasp wings like wisps of black smoke and flaking ash. Spindly legs convulse across cool glass as they search for an eave to place a hexagonal portal for demon drones to enter this dimension. Born in window periphery, minute evil larvae deftly dart in and…
These firenadoes from the West whip me 'round to skin and bones, a never-before-known sight only detailed in dystopia. Encroaching on my doorstep, enrobed in Hesperides aflame, they want to take me away to Gehenna country in Oz. No illusory wizard can point me home. His balloon is halfway 'cross the Pacific, leaving ashes lying:…
A decapitated doll’s head Discarded fifty years on whims of a child Drifts down a river of sludge. Entropy of flight set in long ago — Oaks home to birds without wings Sliced off and songs silenced During the polystyrene invasion. New toys, faulty toys, metal boxes in transit: Timed to fail, this throw-away culture.…
My soul soars past mountain peaks, finding new latitudes to chart, yet symbiosis I refuse to seek. Polluted petals drift down drained creeks and crows caw to my lacking heart, but my soul soars past mountain peaks. Oak leaves fly wildly across my cheek, willing we shall never part, yet symbiosis I refuse to seek.…
Little pebble, sparkling with flecks of quartz, unique among unique peers, tumbles free in the riverbed. Until a filthy hand reaches down, plucks her, dries her out, rolls her 'round and 'round in preluded dust. So contaminated, she must drown under a mechanical Cascade, rest inside glass panes, a still pond, without peer upon an outcrop…
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