Chapter 6: Test   Like a dream, I walk through frost-bitten Headstones.   Winter plagues With cold and scarcity. Rumors of civil war rustle.   At a crypt, now, Midnight on a full moon Lavender glow of magic From the palm of my left hand…

It’s 6 p.m. on a Friday night. Instead of being in my pjs at home, I’m sitting around in a room filled with friends with a wine glass in my hand. There is good food and even better conversation – though we only spent 20…

I think I got too ambitious with this one in the time frame, to the point of it reading pretty badly. Note to self- political commentary in a short time frame is a bad idea. But rules are rules, so here goes! Sincere apologies if…

Large cavernous room. High, vaulted ceilings. Wood floor. Metal and plastic. Tables and people strategically squished. Maximum efficiency and profit. Loud music with exciting beats.   Wha_ ___ you o_der? What? What did you order? An individual free range, organic, gluten free pan pizza. I’ve…

The August heat is upon us, covering us with sweat, a dewy sweat that doesn’t cleanse us. Tensions rise and I want to hide. Your past has caught up with you, a change in you I thought I could avoid. Where is the autumn and…

Sentry   Late summer’s tree stands proudly sagged with age-spotted greenery weeping in the humidity. its trunk hosts industrious insects, frantic with winter premonitions   Fierce late summer tempests taunt the tree, daring it to shed its steamy, wilting coat prematurely   If the late…

A friend died. Another’s friend died. It was the same funeral but not the same friend. There is no honesty in death, a revelation of nothing. He is survived by the used. The man with the masks Appears to each as himself A simulacrum

This feeling is new Being with you   Never have I felt Something so swell   You’ve swept me off my feet Right onto my back   I can’t escape this heat Can’t wait for our bodies to meet   Run your fingers through my…

Just got back to internet connectivity, but I have been writing constantly for the last six hours. Here is the first one, penned down as I wandered in Anne Hathaway’s cottage in Stratford upon Avon. The words in brackets are things I accidentally missed out…

Worlds away. Against my will (yet I allowed it). In a home that wasn’t mine (on loan, a safe house). I need to connect (yet no signal to bring me home). A worthless bridge (lifeless without invisible power). How will I survive (worlds away)?  …