and if dreams became currency wouldn’t the ones who live between stained pages be the wealthiest
Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
Elancharan Gunasekaran is a multidisciplinary artist and poet. He has a strange love for all things poetical and Sci-Fi. A winner of the Montblanc X Esquire Six-word Story prize 2017. His latest publications are Superatomicluminal (Hesterglock Press), Gods of the Gonzo (Analog Submission Press) and The Cosmosnaut Manifesto (UndergroundBooks).
spring after dark the smell of dreams burning from across the causeway
spring an atavistic thought: once upon a time we were gods of the unsettled lands
the day of reckoning and renaissance will come for storytellers when the last machine is buried under dirt
taxi ride: sometimes you pay for the stories and sometimes you pay for the silence
like startled wild beasts the thrashing of tides as the spring moon undresses
in the wake of a rogue comet a chain of orphaned moons dragged across constellations
your eyes do not betray the culmination of dusks and dawns you have witnessed
queen bee exits stasis and calls to her brethren to be born again
the cycle renews: the smell of death as crows dig into a roadkill carcass
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