Temporal Transfix Pt. 3

*A work of ten parts originally 4.       In the future I conceive for myself, I wake mornings to hear the chatter of early birds and the nurturing soil grow tomatoes and strawberries in the garden out back. The breeze knows me by name, sings the syllables above watermelon patches and orange trees. …

Death of Authors

Death to me For I choose a sleep Of ages, the breed All gods succumb to. Fear may come to shrinking Hands, but the pen swims steady Between skinny blue waves Of paper. Symbols splatter By my blood, wrenched free From dying kidneys and aged Livers have power to resurrect Far out in tepid futures. …

Cross to Bear

Today I wished for myself to be like Christ, and just like that martyr I was betrayed. There has never been a darker world where Mary’s embrace stung her son, where his brother’s mouth bruised his lips, and the chipped cross tree was a safe haven. Such love turns stranger hurls indifference at me at …

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