Writing, Ideas, & Stories
hear ye hear ye!
go
embrace our champion, ser Christian
dazzle his soles with roses
with your affection!
oh ser Christian, you are so strong
held the young and needy
by the skin of their throats,
Deus Vult!
oh champion, you are so wise
disturbed endless prayers
set torches to their churches,
Deus Vult!
oh champion, you are so brave
crossed with unarmed peasants
constructed a river of their blood,
Deus Vult!
praise thee praise thee, champion
oh ser Christian!
protect these lands!
Deus Vult!
“you wouldn’t grow without me”
mocked the sun.
leaky petals scurried
across untamed fields;
Marisol wept.
–
no matter Marisol’s nimble roots
the sun endlessly on her trail,
up till
the sun splits west
and Marisol hears the moon-
her voice, one more time.
–
Marisol awaits the east for her beauty
while the night-gales slumber;
her song supports, feeds
safeguards
choir of shining lights glimmer
on her every note.
clouds part as she journeys after the
villain
one day
she’ll trap him.
tender fantasy;
atop a spirited colt
nurturing our prized ten-acre
of controlled
wild wilderness.
–
gritty dreaming;
hubba bubba poppin’ over freshly
brushed mounds,
salty breeze and thirty ounces of ash
blasted-
over Coors stadium on a tuesday
summer night.
–
vast idea;
reaching-
reaching- open palmed
to an open night sky on desert’s back
unbound
deep below the surface
past the dirt
the roots
below the unseen life
rests a weary, enchanted mole.
–
the child snickers from underneath her
covers:
“a mole? with magic?”
–
“what’s so unbelievable about that?”
meeting her dark, hidden gaze
–
she erupts from her burrow-
the covers act her cloak-
“well, how come no one’s seen it?”
her hands curl into whiskers.
–
“maybe we have,”
the child’s face melts into a waiting palm,
weariness in, wonder out,
–
“maybe we have,
and we weren’t looking for
hard enough.”
“would you burn this all down, to save her?”
his open palm gestured behind him
highlighting a mostly vacant parking lot
convenience store with a couple of loiterers
water-damaged apartment complex with towels hanging from railings
kids playing make-believe
a couple- a couple maybe returning from a lively first date
snickering and whispering, a future alive in their clasped hands
and a homeless man.
–
I would.
it’s a shadow
feint whispers
it’s a shadow
come and go as you please
it’s a shadow
a vision, mortal, growling through unsealed cracks
it’s a shadow
a movie on loop without a power cord
it’s a shadow
it’s just a shadow
it’s just my shadow.
stolen jacket fair
a lively winter breath soothes
with conveyance hopes
i only shot photos
in black & white
color escapes my canvas;
stellar collapsed bridges
leading to sinking cites
hills brushed by a gray breeze
& dying trees.
until-
a night at the Exchange
monochrome strobe
smoke & rays
then you;
silky cardinal dress,
polished amber hair,
eyes sleepy royal, brighter than the moon.
now in my darkroom’s ruby glow,
your colors bloom, a permanent print
the hills await a hinted tint,
the grayscale world begins to show
a spectrum lurking, longing within
i see them now, i see them now-
your cardinal, amber, royal light
exposing all my endless nights.
he watched the sunset;
waves crashed against the unaware pier
clouds parted around the waning crescent
drowned sand reached for his pockets like a mugger.
he watched the sunrise;
the waves carried him out-
seagulls called to the morning fishermen
salt and litter crawled around his ears
waves crashed against the unaware pier
day of our showcase
pants hemmed the night before
shirt pressed the night before
day of our showcase
up bright and early;
birds chirped a fresh melody-
a duet-
can’t deny their chemistry-
Juliet.
night of our showcase
must have gotten lost the morning of
changed your mind the morning of
night of our showcase
down, late and groggy;
the foggy night swings-
memory of a duet-
marionette’s heartstrings-
where have you gone, juliet.
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