"the forlorn scents
of late September spice..."
"another cold autumn moon
kisses her somber mountains..."
"my footsteps get lost
beneath drowning sands
of desolate apathy"
"above spilled bones of dead trees
she still—takes my breath away..."
"time fills blue balloons..."
"arcane
words plunge from rocks..."
"sunk in cold despair
deep in my eternal night
I hear saving light..."
A Six Word Short Story
“beneath leaves of shade
countless ancestors water
a blooming garden…”
“flames burn my safe air
and blanket my moon in blood…”
“my heart bleeds blue tears
when politicos transform
Jesus Christ’s image…”
“I learned from my years…”
“ice
gently recedes
beneath warming climates…”
“attraction
is love’s first
fixation…”
“howls revere spring nights
her masked moon shivers tales
in strawberry light…”
“introverts in bloom…”
“green neighbors taunt me…”
“time screams merciless
vindictive boulders
crushing worn fingers…”
“pure—innocent children
making friends with bugs…”
“summer’s breath of dawn
unfolds gold with early light”
