Poetry · Writing

Vague

Lack of information guides

Vaugeness

Into wild jungles

In the back of our skulls.

Filled maps detour through caverns

Of detailed records of our transactions

From the past.

The other path.

The jungle lives in the deepest part

Of your map;

The map left

Untouched.

Poetry · Writing

Emerald

Chaos Control

is a Shadow or a myth.

Chaos and control are opposites,

yet, they cannot exist without one another.

Chaos Control

a hedgehog once said

to understand chaos without control

is too read chapter two before one.

Too watch the sequel before the first.

Chaos Control.

Fiction · Writing

Trainer Orange Ep.3

Rays peaked through Franklin’s curtains creating a glow off the Premier Ball. Franklin’s dad left his backpack slightly open next to his new sleeping friend. Curled up tight in a ball, Vulpix rested on her sleeping pillow breathing slowly. The light touched the tip of Vulpix’s nose as Franklin scratched behind her ear. Vulpix slowly wrestled awake and stared at Franklin without a blink. Franklin picked up his backpack and recalled Vulpix into the Premier Ball. The lone picture frame of Franklin’s parents remained on the table, the three of them stood at the pier of Sunburst Island. The last day Franklin would see his mom before she went on her adventure.

Franklin’s dad stood just outside the front door leaving a stretch of sunlight imprinting on the wooden floor. A hand full of feed for Dad’s friend, the only Pokemon he’s not afraid of.

“Ready, son?”

Franklin stood backpack and Premier ball at hand, ready for the beginning of an adventure.

Valencia Island was fresh in March. The wind salt breeze didn’t carry a lot of bird Pokemon so dad never freaked out for Caterpie. The Jones next door weren’t home, yet, their Dodou sat under a tree behind a wooden fence. Dad thinks if the Dodou ever got free it would eat his Caterpie. He made the Jones’s build the fence just in case. They went to Tangelo Island often for supplies since the general store on Valencia is still closed.

“I wish your mom was here to walk you through this.” Dad stared empty, searching for answers that he didn’t have.

“I have to do this dad. I’ll find her.” The stare resumed and he quietly turned around heading towards the pier.

The pier was close to our home. Seagulls swarmed around fighting crabs not wanting to be the next meal. The ferry slowed into the aged pier to a halt. The Jones’s exited the ferry and sluggishly walked towards us.

“Hey, Martin.”

“Felix, Julia, shopping?”

“Yeah and Tina needed a new bow for Dodou.”

Tina couldn’t help but stare at the Premier ball clutched. Tina and Franklin were about the same age but Tina’s parents liked Pokemon. Tina spent a lot of her time with Dodou.

“Are you leaving, Franklin?” Tina asked.

“Yes, I need to find my mom.”

Tina stared down and walked with her parents off the pier. The captain stood where the Jones’s did. The captain was a tall man with a hairy chest and his hat was falling off.

“Ye reedy to set off Martin. Sire ss inna good mood. The ocean calls to meh.”

His buddy Pokemon stood behind him, a blue slippery creature with a wide flat tail and a dull face.

“Yes captain we are ready to set off to Tangelo Island.”

The wind brushed against the sand over the crabs and against the captains boat and into the ocean blue. The captain and his Pokemon returned to S.S. Sire and the ferry was ready to depart.

 

Poetry · Writing

Drinks

Crushed berries

Mixing into drinks

Serving two hundred a night.

Crushed silence

Echoing through deliquent halls

Serving one hundred a night

Maybe one or two more

Maybe only one

Screaming into darkness

Thousand nobodies turn their heads

Blinking mildly to fear scoped eyes.

Poetry · Writing

Person on your left

Feast your eyes

the great being is here:

standing before you

kneeling besides you

cooking next door

walking the dog down the street

playing a gig at the bar

crying at a cemetery

kissing in a chapel

stuck in traffic on the way to work to their nine to five job they hate

seeing their new born baby for the first time.