The bonfire burns under unforgiving stars.
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Cicadas (a haiku)
Night Terrors (a poem)
We snake thru the glorious night,
red lights shining in angry eyes
searching for honey that’s in the
blood-fields, the tundra that’s
thawing as spring comes upon us
like hell-fire visions –
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Cold Wind (a haiku)
Cold wind blows in the
dark night, as trash cans tumble
in a lonely street
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Nightmare Alley (graphic art)
Here’s another graphic art piece I created on Canva. The original photo was taken in Philly in the spring of 2020 when the pandemic first hit. I distorted the image and shapes to turn it into a “Nightmare Alley.” I like how the image in the center almost looks like an alien spaceship or something you’d see in a science fiction movie.
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Pull the Moon Down (a poem)
Burning (a 6-word story)
The Moon (a 6-word story)
Cold Cemeteries (a poem)
the only freedom I want
is to break my ego’s chains
which confine me in cold cemeteries
to the dead,
who rise each night & breathe fire
only I can see,
who speak in a language
only I can understand,
telling me with certitude
I’ll join them soon
& also haunt the living
(Photo by Scott Rodgerson on Unsplash)
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When Day Becomes Night (a poem)
when day becomes night
people tuck into beds
drop their heads
on puffy pillows & blankets
back from coal mines & factories
of fear, soaked in mud
smeared with oil of
dire times –
they were once in their primes
these working men & women
but now bones hurt
spines shatter
blood splatters
when day becomes night
