the pieces, scattered through history, millenniums ill-shaped, jagged edges, revolving, resolving alone, without meaning, unless brought together one piece dissolving into another, breaking apart mystery hidden within mystery, hooded by, grey tiny grey shapes emerging, merging into a, shape the… Read More ›
as the dew wets the dust drips from the tall grass walking forward as I must to see a lake smooth as glass past the gaunt hangmans tree left over from times gone by looking away as far as… Read More ›
Before Martin Luther King, Jr., there was Bayard Rustin, an openly gay black man fighting for equality in a society steeped in institutionalized racism and homophobia. Despite orchestrating the 1963 March on Washington, and being personally embraced by King and… Read More ›
ere it mists into, to take, not ward, a careful form eyed with wonder to behold, liberating to some souls unless, until the silver chains, carried, hefted by jealousy, greed, anger, vanity, glide, slide forward slowly, sinuously, twined, locked, clasp… Read More ›
walk quickly, look not behind lest you see the tears that fall at your leaving the entwined souls, mating of minds, sharing of secrets, lives cleaving long proclaimed, your love even as it diminished, crumbled to ashes, cold justifications, gaunt,… Read More ›
wherefore do I see those come the chosen knights to lead the charge? horses, galloping, charge, brilliant in armor covered in ruby red blood wavering in trepidation, lost compassion wanders the darkened bypaths amid the flowering greenery, seeking love is… Read More ›
lost in a melodramatic moment of unrepentant angst with money being the only requirement and thanks a veritable storm of oratory, rhetoric without the music waving, shouting from the pulpit, ever egocentric to soothe the soul, capture the minds, ignite… Read More ›
delicate etching, engraved to make a picture of lace wood precision, laved for balance of a face more than more, the gift talent through eons shift in each casting, seen complete or incomplete the symmetric of keen lineated flair, undelete… Read More ›
range through the moment stop at the yellow line wait for a heaven-sent sign glowing halo illuminated, behind words strewn, auditory overload scattered, renewed, sowed careless whether the seeds garners nothing more than weeds no one to pluck the discord… Read More ›
gliding through the night towards an unknown sight attack and leave in ruins death seeking it’s boons homage to Death as the dogs of war seeds begun in bohr tred with heavy foot hatred with a deep root hurried across… Read More ›
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