The sky is electric
And I am not sure
If I want to find somewhere to huddle
Or to stare wide eyed at the clouds
The way the lightning tears
Blue streaks in the cosmos
I count the seconds
Until thunder rattles the air
Vibrating through my bones
And suddenly it is raining
Softly at first and then sheets
Of water plaster my hair to my face
Drag my garment against my body
I am not cold
I feel more a...
It’s just you and I and moonlight
Filtering through the lens of clouds
Not where I thought I would be tonight
Under the starless sky, the silence loud
With promises, electricity crackling
Between your skin and mine as it flares
Between the ground and sky, lightning
Brilliant in the dark, illuminating our stares
The intensity of our gaze, our need
Palpable as the first fat drops of rain fall
And we...
Moonlight and memories
Tales of quieter times
When the street lamps didn’t burn
Their imprints onto the sky
Obscuring the stars
We huddle beneath the endless expanse
Indigo blackness lit by the halo of cities
Above us, pinpricks of brilliant white
Flashing red moving slowly
Marking the trail of passengers
Navigating the great dome of sky
We recall our ancestors
Who set their sails by the stars
Tol...
There was a place left after he was gone
An empty space in my lap
No whiskery nose at the table nudging for my ice cream
No warm body wrapping itself around my legs
As I trailed through the house
No white fur clinging to my clothes
Like glitter, indelible
Until it wasn’t
There was a quiet without mewls and purrs
And the strange clicking sound reserved for prey
There was a time where the cat-shaped...
“Shit.” I said. I rubbed my head before I realized it didn’t actually hurt, which I might have expected it to do after that fall. I looked down to check my legs and it didn’t take me very long to realize that I was NOT on a ski slope in Aspen, not by a long shot. I still wore my bright red ski pants, though there didn’t seem to be much need for them. Not that it was hot, really, but it wasn’t cold...
The world is ice
Gray and blue and white
It surrounds me with its purity
Its quiet danger
Somewhere below me water flows
Carving caves into the glacier
Inexorable, steady
I dig my crampon into the ice
I pause, prying out one axe
Only to bury it deeply again
My arms have tired of the motion
Swing and pull and swing
I try not to look below me
Into the treacherous depths
But above is not better
The f...
She is nothing.
You would only look twice because of the
Sheer incongruity
The brokenness
When you expect your world to be
Rose colored
She is smudged, old
Where you expect shiny newness
Crisp packaged novelty
But what if I told you
Once she was something
Roughly loved, held, dragged
Through the dirt
By lovingly crafted porcelain arms
Not molded but crafted
Hand-painted
Clothing stitched with care...
Magic is what happens when the sun rises
Transmuting the land into gold
Like generations of alchemists have not
With all their philosophy
And rare minerals
And the teeth of something that promised
To be a unicorn but was in fact
Something wilder still
Magic is what happens not
When we chase the impossible
Finned women and maned snakes
And potions that will make him love you
Or make you fly
Or cha...
The world ended today
You may not have realized
But my own sense of loss tells me so
There is a deep blackness
That engulfs me
Heavy and cold
A palpable absence of joy
The world is still, frozen
A rictus of trees and people
Of quiet sunlight and unflapping wings
I wake as if sleeping
No hunger, no desire
No way to claw myself out of this pit
But you say the world has not ended
That outside it is...
