The lone raindrop

Triggers the flood

The hurling of debris

Brings the fresh blood

The rumble in the ground

The trembling of the sea

The tossing of the water

The cause of the tsunami

The passiveness in those words

Sparks fury anew

Or creates insecurity

No one really knows what they can do....

“When do you think she’ll be back?”

Ajax moves away in irritation, his rest in the sun ruined. Scooby was way too energetic for his liking.

“She always comes back,” Ajax meows, moving his tail to whack Scooby in the nose. It surprises him but doesn’t deter him. Unfortunately.

“But when?” Scooby repeats, pouncing playfully in front of Ajax.

Eyeing the table with Herbert’s tank on it, he leaps...

the wind whistling,

the sand shifting,

the sun beating down on the golden grains, we’d be surprised if it didn’t melt into glass right then and there.

there grows a shrub,

some kind of plant,

we can’t really tell what kind of plant it is, because we’re not florists or herbalists or gardeners, and also, what does it matter, because it’s the desert and it’s lucky that it’s still alive.

al...

A light paw hits the ground, gently nudging the earth aside. Sunlight drifts through the gaps in the trees canopy, dappling the undergrowth. Nothing can be heard but the sounds of the forest, the full chatter of an entire ecosystem at play.

The doe lowers its head, gently nibbling at the vegetation. Above her, birds chatter and sing, loping back and forth amongst the branches.

Suddenly, her head...

The waves seemed to, well, wave to the seashore. It would take its turn to meet the sand. Sea foam would rise in its wake, the bubbles drifting back out to sea with the waves. The tide rose and fell, marking the moon.

When the sun sank, winds came from the open water, cleansing the air for another new day.

Currents whisked sea weed and shells out to sea and back.

The ocean has a system. A system ...

A young gleeIan boy and his gleelan father are outside around their home, lying on the grassy, smooshed ground, looking at the stars. The young boy gets up into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around his knees, holding his head down. His father suddenly noticed how his son is acting, thus he comes over to his son, putting one hand over his right shoulder, and asks: “What’s wrong, kiddo?”

The...

In the heart of an ancient forest, where sunlight filtered through a canopy of emerald leaves, a small stream gurgled happily. This stream was the lifeline for a multitude of creatures, from the tiniest insects to the largest trees. Among these inhabitants, a wise old oak and a spirited little squirrel shared a special bond.

The oak, whose roots ran deep and whose branches reached for the sky, ha...

Gadil admitted it: the camp was rather flimsy. He and Pious had formed it out of their left over robes to form a blanket bed and a covering. They’d use their arms for pillows when the night came.

Gadil stroked the fire, eyes to the sky and nose alert. The demon was still surprised that he was still alive. Pious could have killed him rather easily in the broken, weak state he was in, having his po...

It’s me

Your addiction

I’m the one who will always be looking over your shoulder

Demanding you to give in

Taking your free will in my dark, cold hands and strangling it

I will always be there

Even if you think you’re getting better

I’m always one glance away

So don’t be fooled

You can never escape me...

On the backroads

you were winding carefully

a jewel glancing back

at her treasure

the little Rock with safety belt

and the mist in the semi

the fog in the tractor trailer

mismanaged his wheel

it’s haul carried it foward

front towards backwards

dissipating in the driver seat

a nonfeasant cloud

overcorrecting

spiralling, sprawling

splaying smoke and mud

and I thank God

that you’re okay, my lo...