Fabrics Carved of Stone
I wasn’t a suit. The rented jacket was a shell and I a snail seeking refuge, but certainly not a home. Father’s tie tightly clenched my windpipe, stifling my voice and trapping any butterflies seeking flight. “How do I look?” She asked. “Like a parrot with boobs” I thought. “Stunning!” I spoke. We were greeted by a sea of known faces and unknown postures. Classrooms no...
Our Feet Were Presumptuous And Moved For Us
I (Though at that point in life I was still blissfully unaware of the transcendent grandness of which I was but a part, there was still a light sense of brokenness from the solidarity I had so adored. Granted, the pawn never sees sacrificial hand determine his fate until it’s far too late.) Danced (Before that day we were a Rubix cube, all sides uniformly aligned as a single shade of...
Madame Juniper's Silver Coin
Jake, the envy of the marksman’s arrow. You say ‘jump’, he flew. I was skeptical back then, now just revolted. He’d rather starve than bite the hand. Madame Juniper deserved better; I repaid kindness with a hand in her pocket, but I was young right? Hadn’t been told enough what I want isn’t what I want. The madame cared for us, the children of the...
He had never before seen himself, not in the shimmer of a lake or glanced in the half-reflection of a bus window that rended him part from the hollowed cityscapes beyond. In a well polished spoon, he saw only his absence. No face could he find when exploring the oft hidden world beside our own. She had never before seen any object, only their echoes etched in blurred detail. Where no...
Fair-youthed Adonis spied Narcissus gleaming in a mirrored pool, full in himself enamored. ‘Were I him I’d know no love save my own, but were reversed, he’d know not even that’
I don’t regret nothin’ we did cause hell a body’s a body and if it weren’t one I knew then it weren’t my business any more than whatever hell the neighbors raise when they keep the lights burnin’ throughout the night guffawin’ over family jokes but Ned took to regret a good deal more sayin’ what we shoulda done with the cops and how we coulda...
Lauren Is A Huntress
Lauren bloodhounded the air with a massive inwards sniff. The smell-flecks were… Bacon? No, this was much too alive and far less crispy; this bacon still had bound in its step. Wild boars had gored three of her kin the night previous, and her heart yearned only the vengeful taste of pig ass (though really, who doesn’t? Pigs are delicious, delicious things, insatiable blood-quests...
The Ship Without A Crew (And Sun Without A Care)
Snow attests a Winter night, Darkness looms for hours more, This solitude do I abhor, Yearning now Apollo’s light. Life seen just through windows closed, Dickinson my sole consort, Her words the lighting does distort, Macabre verse the past composed. Alone I lie, this bed for two, Brahms lulls gently me to rest, This void beside do I detest, No concubine nor belle of pew. ‘Fore eyes do...
Ms. Aldridge, Charles, and Wallace All Have Bad...
“I’ve never seen a rose so white as you, nor as not-so-thorny” He seduced with a disgusting measure of success. “Oh, Charles” she smiled coyly “Your giving me butterflies!” At first she hoped for them metaphorically in her stomach as she did not want a physical gift of butterflies, but was less than humored when she got the worst of both worlds and felt the beating of wings inside her...
The Solace of Dark Unending
I never wanted to be an astronaut as a kid. I couldn’t have explained it, but I loathed the naïve desire to spread human imperfection to the cosmos, the one place truly untainted by our innate destruction. Only our eyes and imaginations had pierced the soul of the night sky, and in it one could live wholly in the past, each star a worn and aged image from before they were born. “Look!...
I. Y’erday we the north wall raised, so to forth the noblest of visions shared. Distinct from whence we came, ‘gainst the rough sea this stronghold our home declared. No tyrants or kings— for all coming Springs we men shall be to her, fair. This city, a seed sown in faith, has freed us of the slave chains we wear. II. Through streets rang the cries of cheap...
Crack your Sisyphus smile. Shyn’t from thine futile task; Heed well the monstrous boulder set. Each step shall be a step anon (then fro), Each upward glance a memento of past returned. The Climb climbed ‘til foot and rock become as one, brothers lost. Serve without masters, caress without lovers, worship without gods. Poised aloft the precipice, grin. As the rock descends, beam from cheek to...
The Weight of Things
LADY LIBERTY: Tall, donning green with a crown and a torch. ATLAS: Muscular, scantily clad, hunched over. MOTHER NATURE: Old and somewhat frail; hazy minded. THE GOLEM: A massive clay being with hunks of metal and junk sticking out. GOD: Blonde hair, blue eyes, well defined chin. ACT I, SCENE I: The Only Scene, The Only Act [Setting: A social event reminiscent of an upper-class Jazz Age ...
The bereaved lass begins her pitiful wail: ‘He beats me night and day and night again, His vicious lovin’s turned me rather frail, Says all I’ve ever done has been in vain. I’m doubly uglied by his brutal assail, He hits twice as hard (for fairness, to maintain). And though I flinch whence pondering his ire, For his love shall I always aspire.’ Spoke her...
Before the show they sit in a half-circle on the stage, each on their own stool towards the empty theater seats behind me. I stare at each face, the unmoving eyes of every soul brought to life with meaning I grant them. Each wooden doll has a story, a purpose— their faces scarred with moments they have surely lived and for that I envy them, the scratches on their persons giving far more than...
While the dame withdrawn tended to the field, Her eye caught the sight of flesh and feather. She rushed to the pile the dirt had concealed, Found an angel with skin rough as leather. To his numerous wounds she did attend, As he healed, a conversation had struck. Cancer was drawing her life to its end, The angel softly vowed he’d change her luck. Their lips embraced, from a passioned...
On The Snowy Beach of Regressive Futures
I sit, Tracing fingers Through sand and snow; Smooth skin, gritty core, I recall decayed beliefs in love. Last cinder from the human flame, I slowly dwindle. Fading heat Tapering off, Scattering through the Stale white powdered sea. Enduring cold born of flashed heat. I wonder ‘cross the ocean If the pyre still reigns, Not yet succumbed to the calm. The tired fire-logs shrivel,...
I. These stones, Resting gently in palms tender Are but potential. Flat or jagged, I hurl them Into muddied waters, vainly hoping One might trek from shore to shore. Ne’r once has it glistened the surface, Walked on water like a graven savior, Yet ceaselessly I cast them to insipid ends, Shattering the glassy surface, The peace I do not yet understand. II. These stones, Resting...