Tag: literature

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

ribs aglow with embers and dying cinders of past sins

a fugitive of my own thoughts as the world around me derails