Month: September 2025

down at the autumn pond the prophet frog struggles to dream in a haze of flies

sipping on autumn infused tea and watching moths carry memory of maps to nowhere

autumn mynah reports for duty chest puffed out

lips ache for the blue wound a soul to reach into and conquer your depths

hands cupped over curves skin ignites as the sea of oil turns red

mine the depths and haunted recesses of the human psyche for jewels of hope

the deep throb of machines invite the strange to cross over into paradise

shards of silver light invade the greying space of concrete