clouds peel open like raw fruit revealing the sweetness of day
Tag: fiction
after dawn the bare earth downloads lightning into its maw
a light is lit in the hollow of a cosmic skull and the world we know wakes to the idea of a new dawn
a hand in the mist writes futures branching upon a canvas of glass towers
little red riding hood always knew what she wanted to be when she grew up: a wolf
late summer mynahs grow bolder looting and setting bins on fire
smoke fills latex bodies as bronze honey drips from soft walls
found myself a table next to an old god scrubbing the airwaves on an ancient radio
the concave sky cracks under the weight of darkness and meteors pummel the frail earth
the leviathan stops mid flight to take in the beauty of floating seeds the sacred dance of light with pollen
elancharan gunasekaran 