Consigned

  The velvety, black sky Rests heavily upon the city lights He promised he'd teach me to fly Deeper, ever deeper into the night For dreams don't just last in our eyes Life was not made for the mind So kiss the moon goodbye To naught shall thee ever be consigned   Evoke

My Aaru

The intrawoven spangled sky Dreams and souls intertwined Are the roots to my ravenous mind Unraveling whimsy as a bloom of springtime   The violet and blue fen With the temerity to grow Beyond the reach of acumen The starfield in which I sow   Viable

Broken Sole

I walked past a young man who was standing on the sidewalk, waiting to be picked up by a friend or an Uber or something. I am guessing that's what he was doing, anyway. He was just standing there off to one side on the sidewalk, bag on the ground next to him, with a... Continue Reading →

Nothin’ Doin’

My mind doesn't play well without other minds that play well. Creativity and deep thinking inspire creativity and deep thinking. I try to inspire myself by responding to one-word daily prompts first thing in the morning and surprising myself with the fact that I can and do, in fact, think. I wish they were always fantastical, romantic, whimsical thoughts,... Continue Reading →

Dreams Like These

One night I looked to the Heavens to find Anything that would suggest I exist So I reached to the stars, and each one kissed My fingertips and corners of my mind   From the Milky Way, I poured a tall glass Of shimmering dreams to lighten my heart It tingled my tongue and was... Continue Reading →

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