Cement. Arias.

June bugs buzzing Break the silence Above tombs Where buried bodies of the dead sing, “We are not souls And here is not rest” Just June bugs Buzzing in the air So sick… Read More →

Red Balloon

Best read out loud to a friend. The funeral march is coming. Little boy beats his drum, the only one he’s ever known, while all the grown ups dress in black. They’re thinking… Read More →

Resurrection

Of Easter: A Contemplation in three parts Part 3: Easter Sunday Resurrection Pull over. “What, here?” Sure. Why not? “There’s nothing here.” It’s the last dark stretch before the expressway. We won’t get… Read More →

Extraction

Of Easter: A Contemplation in three parts Part 2: Easter Vigil Extraction The glare of sunlight blinds me. “Shut up the curtains! Shut up the curtains!” Children play in the warmth of morning… Read More →

Addiction

Of Easter: A Contemplation in three parts Part 1: Good Friday Addiction The first drop touches my tongue, spreading a fire from my belly out in branching waves. The flames spread to finger… Read More →

Spring

A dripping of dew Wraps waking maidens Blushing in the dawn; They meet him with a kiss– Father Ra, Aroused from foreign lands, Ascends in whispers (Grow, grow, grow!) Stirring daughters, Full flushed… Read More →

The End of the World and the Song that She Sang

It was coming. Just a few more minutes. She sat in the shadows, hands folded in anticipation. It would come. It always came. The only constant. But all was constant. A silence. A… Read More →

Empty Tombs

Just a little Sunday afternoon poetry for you. Grace and peace y’all. The color of stone, the color of skin Pale, cracking, grey. A soldier is just a man; And destruction is just… Read More →

Let Us Gather in the Woods

Now, as it happened, once upon a time… That is to say, I don’t have the time to take to tell you everything. You should know, anyways. You was there. They was us,… Read More →

When I found myself in love with literature

I don’t normally post reflective entries to my blog, but this week has been a little different for me. So instead of launching straight into fiction, I wanted to share a little bit… Read More →

the storm came (I saw it in my dreams)

Why do they call it the dead of night? Do the dreams of dreamers not stir the soul? Or waking will the dreamers cease? Existence flees, if so. But I am awake, And… Read More →

Paces

“Excuse me, but do you have a drop of water?” “Eh? Sorry? Sod off mate. Got work to do here.” “Please sir, just a drop. I’m begging….” “Now look here, you. If I’m… Read More →

The Hitters!

“It was too exposed.” “Like Hell it was! It was perfect.” “It was too exposed.” “You said that already. Come on. Let’s celebrate. Dai pivo, pozhalsta!” “Gregor, it was…” “Too exposed. Fine, already.… Read More →

blink.

i watch the weary eyes of men from whom so many tears have flown, through whom so many beauties seen and tragedies endured while still a gleam the light of life still burns… Read More →

The sunset that your heart regrets

The clouds all strung In crimson thread And gold leaf dappled grey A faithless man On streets unknown Watched shadows cast out day. His head he bowed, His coat drew in– An empty… Read More →

no more soft rains

Before me a ribbon of violent light: the only reminder that beyond the storming skies the world still knows day. .ellemmdee.      

A veil in time and spirits (but isn’t a rainbow really white?)

I saw a girl today dressed all in black. She held a black umbrella towards the sun, her face obscured in shadows, defiant towards the light. She arose in me such feelings of… Read More →

the Robot and the Rag Doll

It’s ok. Take my hand. She had stopped halfway up the winding staircase. No one lives up here? No one? You’re certain? It is not like that. No one lives where men cannot… Read More →

Dormant. Speculation.

regular interval patterns, shapes of living found in a heartbeat, a pinprick of light seen through slotted eyes–no one has to tell us this means hope. .ellemmdee.

The Sounds My Mother Made

I can’t remember exactly what I was doing when the doorbell rang. Probably watching TV, as if reality didn’t quite suit my fancy. I still had a dress on, that I remember because… Read More →

that big yellow truck

i dream of ambulances their red sirens calling you home i dream of silences those moments as you pass from substance into emptiness of being i dream of screaming late into the night… Read More →

Platitudinous

The end and the beginning. How similar they sometimes seem. And living, but a dream. .ellemmdee.

And then, the Raindrops Fell

She sat there. Solitary. Waiting. Her cup of tea chilled beside her, forgotten. One car drove past, another, and another. She just sat there, rocking back and forth, her ancient hands knotted in… Read More →

don’t miss the bus

He wore black. I thought he was a girl. But he wore black. And I found him not to much notice me, though I noticed him. Perhaps he was a paper man and… Read More →