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Tag: Night
They’re Staring Back – A Hir a Thoddaid Poem
we can sit here together all night, until the first rays of morning light. staring up at stars and satellites, we imagine strange celestial sights: alien, vast, overwhelming and eldritch. understand, they’re staring back in spite.
The Night Shattered – A Tricube Poem
heedless soul grasp the night like glass smoke squeezing til it almost shatters cold gather shards like quartz snow glittered red
Sister Moon – A Haiku
sister moon above estranged apart divided gentle guiding light
Scribbling Autumn
pen of time scribbling autumn dripping ink shaded charcoal upon the page – embraced in black all color eroded swallowed in its muted gaze monochromed silenced – hush the whir of vehicles ambience inhale the smoke of moonless nights – the last word written upon the page blending lost within a stained season
Tumbleweed Trash
gazing out third story windows dancing in moonlight drinking – children hanging from streetlamps swaying – wind gusts passing through back alleys – tumbleweed trash
Vagrant – A Haiku
misty eyed vagrant leaving home autumn at dusk cold wind at his back
Second Stage – A Hybrid Cento
we watch and we are always here – fog everywhere. fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. darkness gathers all around. As the streetlights by the river…
Shipwrecked Sojourner
there’s a coarse wind blowing shifting sands across a hagard shore once proud vessel cast upon salt licked rocks reduced to matchsticks waterlogged pulp splintered splayed in the hungry heat of tropic swelter rotting cancer claimed by capricorn bastard son of dead stars lost amid the calm of night a voyage ends desert isle distant…
Brother Julius
tell me brother julius of nights spent in the open beneath quilted darkness damp heat in the wee hours lost and ignored in a street lamp solar system how you wandered deep into desolate suburban wastes resting affluence of noctilucent methane clouds hanging cold on the edge of night satin sprawled amidst dead heaven how…
Piecework Prose 