At Night I think I am less afraid of the dark than the light. Night time engulfs me, covers me gently with it’s thick darkness, comforts me with it’s curtains of blackness. I don’t need to hide. It hides me.... Continue Reading →
Ephram Pratt Accelerates the Void Ordinarily time is the distance it takes to release thunder from a cloud, release silence from misguided shenanigans, delving into a slow range of dark windows lining the boulevard, ducking into its own silence, while... Continue Reading →
Childhood Prayers Yes, as a child I prayed, because the nights in bed were long and dark and the days had already shattered my mind into gleaming fragments moving quickly upon a flame of fear. Yes, I prayed into the... Continue Reading →
-in fog— July 4, 2000 – 6:15 a.m. the word is fragments – their edges are pointed and sharp ___ words forced through the sun’s failure ___ masts of ships – demarcations in a morning canceled by fog ___ the... Continue Reading →
Best Laid Plants Five inches deep and four apart, holes drift past the holly bush; broad side down and narrow up, bedded in October’s murk. Old man thinks of summers past, a winter yet to come, He feels a chill... Continue Reading →
Hopes of Heaven Millions of years ago maybe you and I were thrown out of the heaven to create something wonderful; Here! to lighten the abyss with a glow resplendent! Instead, we sit apart behind those locks brooding why is... Continue Reading →
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