Dark ease flirts with me.

I watch sharp fingers break the sky in low frame rates.

Cyclically sheeted lights hurl me softly to time detached.

I fall, I rest, I am — lost in asymptotes severely undefined.

Past, Present, and Future beside me, but know only one.

My memories are unsure; I watch them through broken, hopeful eyes.

They are beautiful.

They are not mine.

This moment takes me.

Thi...

If this mask falls from my face,

And truly I am seen,

Would I have, with you, a place,

Far from the silver screen?

To find a page in each book,

Sign our names scene by scene,

But you don’t know where to look,

To find, to chase, a dream.

Sewn within your closet gaze,

A quiver starts to sing,

Yet, too strong, your mind to faze,

And take it as it seems.

Without clothes or garments, sti...

No,

This has not happened to me.

This was not who I was to be,

Helpless, all-tethered, unfree,

Just the guise of what you see,

Captive in society.

Rage,

The power from deep within.

The careless, callousing sin,

Feel the flames searing my skin,

All fear fierce as we begin,

Succoring and swallowing.

Trade,

Bargain away my pain.

Bargain against my brain,

Deal to steal every stain,

...

Days grow long, nights grow cold,

What will you remember when you’re old?

Statues marble — figures hard,

A spring of virtues over-tired.

Words burn dry, Paint grabs dust,

When will our metals turn to rust?

Write it clear — say it loud,

The meaning won’t get out.

Touch the earth, know the dirt,

Can you estimate its worth?

Forms of man — crumbled waste,

Only time knows its place.

Feet...

Hushed hymns hummed through the time-worn stone. Havu stood before a gloomy entrance, from which the dead seemed to be singing — growing moans in her ears. She gripped a lantern, as one holds a sword, but the darkness refused to be cut.

Her eyes filmed and watered; she had not shut them since waking. Havu set her light under the corner of the door. The blackness ate it. She could no longer trust...

Magic poured from her fingertips. She knew the power would be intense, but she hadn’t expected it to manifest like this. A splitting hunted through her, searching out every impulse to let go — to consume. The cavern walls began to glow. Looking down, Androulla noticed veins of fire bubbling up from her arms, burning from under her skin.

Her eyes milked away to radiant darkness, somehow richer t...

Never-ending white cubes run along the cavern floor like a moonlit river cutting through a charcoal forest. Mia observes them through a dark window, nestled behind a control room desk. All is hushed, save for the purring of device fans. She eyes the central console. It should only take thirty seconds to do her part, but now that she has made it inside, the relative ease of the break-in nips at her...

Fear is a river. You cannot stop it, but there are rafts to ride it. Mine was constructed with five words, stolen from a near-forgotten poem — yet, though every river finds an end, fear does not, and words can fail in human thought.

When I was younger, I wrote everything by hand. Unless my cursive nuances fit the message they carried, I would tear up my composition and start again. I wish you co...

Panting, I lift my head and a crown of sunlight crashes over me. I am a king. I sit upon my throne as sweat sneaks down my face. Yet, below a clamor rises — this was no fair contest.

From a rock atop the hill, I view my assailants: they are not coming quickly, but an underworld-like fury charms their movements. A few of them wield baseball bats. However, their anger is not their own, it belong...

Fog falls off the pond. Water lilies tickle ripples across gleaming water. I wonder, how can one capture light through darkness?

I lean against a stone bench and re-situate my sketchbook before staring again at the sparkling flower in front of me. My stylus aches across my hand. Angling it, I start to softly etch out the subdued reflection of the bulb. Effulgence must be implied, framed by dim m...