the bears are sleeping now beneath the Arctic chill— their former hunting grounds are dead as haunted hills curled and loose unable to choose she walks in circles always in one place atop the cage the freed bird sings— who would care for another thing? …
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-13-2019
senseless tales told to children for millennia for once he died as a man strung out there before the executioner a slave to death just beyond the limit that separates the living from the souls where the world sleeps as time evolves into oblivion child …
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-12-2019
unopened package from the delivery not wanted that day on a stone I drink beneath the moon until I slip off and melt into the melting snow the fabrics flash in wild array— there’s no return from the deed today in the woods I circle …
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-11-2019
catapulted above the city walls the defenses were not what they made out to be there is life here painted over by a veil with what’s to come on the other side after all this time he spoke in words a thousand years old the …
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-10-2019
the lion comes to tear the seals and all that’s left is the living word riding with an army of the undead there is no time for the living the true path is not the path that was laid and numbered for you sitting on …
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it is dark and you’re in a place where you cannot see as the Shadow slips in and you know he’s coming but it’s too late he strikes and strikes and you scream but the room is big and black the hallways long and empty …
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-10-2019
nowhere to go she sits on a bench to watch the water flow beneath the Queensboro Bridge chasing birds the child runs into the falling sun Philistines await along the shores where you are soon to visit here is the ocean and before it you …
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-9-2019
lion at the doorstep— the time to atone has passed centuries pass— and still you’re too late riding down to reap the souls he’s left behind all the collected souls— and even in the end they wait for justice sickle in the wind— he cuts …
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-9-2019
wine dark sky— I’ve fallen in the clouds where I drift and drift and there you are all the pieces packed together in a jigsaw that will never fit
Read MoreMicropoetry 12-8-2019
soon you will pass the threshold of Cancer where you will enter as one who is watched by the all-seeing Eye spoken like the words of a false prophet— spirit free as the devil she watches the world burn on its final day
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