Category Archives: 1990

Relic

Steel tips climb like the shadows reflected in glass: black, white, grey; heights cutting off the cloudy sky. But nestled between the metal, a tiny stone arch remains, minute and tacky, bold with tone. No scrolls or flowers, no sharp … Continue reading

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Night

Five o’clock darkness doesn’t hide crystal drops on asphalt. Black silhouettes against purple are leaves compressed in mud. Bare bony fingers reach up higher to grasp the night as if it were palpable. Sheets of misting clouds blanket tiny distant … Continue reading

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Watchman

The thin man stands quietly alone; rigid and cold. His only duty is to stand and look at the cloudy sky; to hold his cresset high for all who wish to pass over the ancient stone bridge. He observes and … Continue reading

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Unseen Directions

Behaving under the traffic commander, sneering back at the displaced, bloodshot orb, unfortunate victims jerk to a halt, front ends down. They glance at their clocks, but fail to acknowledge the time. Windshield wipers squeak though rain no longer falls. … Continue reading

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The Mirror (narcissism)

Every day he sat by the mirror. He talked to the man in there and complimented him. He told the man about his dreams (they failed.) He told the man about his treasures (they were lost.) He told the man … Continue reading

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Reflections of a Cesspool

I threw a stone into the muck-green pond, hoping it would skip across. Instead, it fell with a heavy ker-plunk, breaking a reflection Of the houses across the highway. We used to bar the jail to keep the criminals away. … Continue reading

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Tomorrow

She smiled sadistically; a false hope, a seeming friend, a bite out of a crisp red apple that turns withered and maggot-eaten even as I chew. I thought all was lost when the snake, deceit, coiled lush and smooth ’round … Continue reading

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Autumn Morning

The sun shone down on the clear, crisp world below, smiling at the reflection shining off of the crimson and gold leaves of the trees. The orange sphere of a newly risen dawn watched as two young girls slowly shuffled … Continue reading

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