Reservoirs
Short Story A vulture floated high in the desert sky, circling around itself. It looked like an insect struggling in the spiderweb of my broken windshield. The taste of iron was heavy in my...
Tagged: rebellion
Gothicarus: Part XIII – Dawn
Serial Gothic Poem The sun seemed like a new and exciting friend. Her carriage rolled along the road for days, Yet neither the journey nor the dips in the road and the rocks- suddenly...
Bittersweet You
Poem A: I breathe your name: I whisper it like a beautiful secret To drift onto the empty night, Hear it fall with the snowflakes And echo off the stones, And come right back...
Gothicarus: Part XII – Conductor
Serial Gothic Poem He frowned at her sternly. “You are…connected. You see and hear What others do not. The heavenly realm calls to you.” She twisted her pale hands. “I’ve always felt that He...
Gothicarus: Part XI – Bumps
Serial Poem Did you hear that? I’m certain he’s back again. Measured breaths against the floorboards Betray the location of the fiend. I will not move a hand or foot. In stillness, I will...
They Will Not Take It From You
Life Poem Hey, boy, come here, tell me what you’ve seen: is it the North, the desert, or the forests evergreen? Come here, don’t be shy, no one’s gonna mock you, you see, I’ve...
Gothicarus: Part X – John Logosi’s Dilemma
Serial Poem “She is frightening- I won’t pretend otherwise. I often wish to be rid of her completely, Return to the days before she’d cut into me. All of her is sharp: her beauty,...
Time Traveling
Poem The blue sky and the stars watching me from above are calling. Remember us? From the time when you could barely stand on your feet and used to dream about talking bears and...
Paper Football
Poem Like a child playing paper football You flicked me through the handmade goal at which you were aiming. I was happy to be folded by your fingers into a crisp little triangle. We...
Fields Of Life
Poem Through fields of Life, I’m running like mustang, wading in clouds, I fly! Helplessly unstoppable impulse, desires, blink, smileŃ, kiss, and haze of summer bliss. What hearts of men need? If it is...
Gothicarus: Part IX – Mantra
“Ever awake, I must remain Ever vigilant, sharp, and pure. Able to make a firm assay Of the energy in my sphere. Never alone with temptation, Never indulge with thought or flesh The dread...
