Overture

Overture

She calls out to the wind A keening so peculiar It raises a holy hell Transforming the world Into a gaping chasm Wide enough to hold an echo That never comes back down A whistling in the fields This driving rhythm Forcing itself into a beat A repetition that slides Over and against itself Like … Continue reading

Impatient Love

Impatient Love

Love is not patient At least not the kind I know Which is as real as pain And its many relatives It’s a construct made to tease To exact emotional vengeance On those who accept it Who use it as a crutch Because love doesn’t care It denies a certain artifice That exists in everything … Continue reading

Between Footsteps

Between Footsteps

The moving pictures still Paused by an invisible hand Frozen in space and time Languishing like wine The cellar cold as hell Before the Christians came And planted crosses deep Colors blurred by sin A disconnection of the soul Or some facsimile thereof Rooted in misplaced beliefs These soldiers on screen Halted before the massacre … Continue reading