The universe is indifferent
Candles burn to completion
The sun and stars die
Riots in the cities – the first thing to burn
Is the gothic cathedral downtown,
Smoldering, scorched to the ground
Indifferent Universe (a poem)
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Bonfire (a 6-word story)
Clouds of Fire (a 6-word story)
The Gates of Hell (graphic art)
Originally, this was a photo of the door to an abandoned house in my Philly neighborhood (I shared the photo here). When I distorted the photo with effects on Canva, it ended up looking like the gates of hell. I like how the yellowish-orange color makes it look like flames. Working on this one reminded me of a horror movie Rachel and I watched recently called As Above, So Below (which I highly recommend checking out). During the movie, there’s a reference to Dante’s Inferno and the inscription at the gate of hell: “abandon all hope ye who enter here.”
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Rejoice! (a poem)
come join this feast!
bring broken souls,
rejoice before a table of treats
we’ll set a fire above stones
dance around it
with wild guilt
watch us twist & turn –
shaman beat their chests
children laugh with glee
night falls, the fire rises
the feast at its last course
time for the children to hide
as we carry on
(Photo by Joshua Newton on Unsplash)
Note: This is a collaborative poem I did with Rachel. I wrote a couple lines and then she wrote a couple lines. We plan to do more and share them – it was fun!
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We Refuse (a protest poem)
this orange-faced goblin
beckons me to be violent
I refuse
keep yappin’, Mr. Yapper
spit your lies
cover the eyes
of the faithful who
follow you to an abyss
I refuse
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Orange Sky (a poem)
Desert sands of deception
flames of futility
growing in the wilderness
under an orange sky
baking us at record temps –
Our Planet is dying
screaming, crying
and she’s angry.
(Photo from Insider.com)
Note: This poem was a meditation on the wildfires happening in California right now. I haven’t read much about them, but I do know that much of it is being caused by the increasing damage of man-made climate change.
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Rock Bottom (a poem)
Alcoholics like to talk about rock bottom –
the moment they recognized the bottle is filled with lies
the moment when they open their eyes
+ know they don’t have to drink anymore
I hit bottom in a rehab far from home after unkind words
from a social worker who told me
I was running from life – but that’s in the past
I’m still running, I know not why
the sky is falling, fireballs shooting like comets
+ I think this recovery thing is never over –
it’s a life-long process that can’t be defined
by our constant categorizing.
(Photo by Adam Wilson on Unsplash)
