Thirteen Shapes – Part 4

Respiration That gurgling noise of partially arrested breathing Blood pumping machines Monitors detect the onset of death Torches fires played shadow puppets A small road leading into that town From a house along the path a chimney smoked My lighthouse My feet shuffled forward, my body pulled on string A...

The Veil

All of the children had arrived the previous morning Each on time according to their individual watches For once, this final time, everything left behind She is sitting by the window now watching the sun slide down It was just last week that I had driven to work as usual Thankfully, none of that matters now...

Thirteen Shapes – Part 3

Cybernetic opium shows flickered Empty theatres grew inside the dying As their eyes burned with medicines ‘Do I want to continue with this?’ Monaural tones and the gray shades of sleep : Reflected on the oceans below I remember long ago seeing the beach : And dreaming of being a fish Swimming the...

The Cassandra

It’s time for us to walk among the frost January has come upon us again The frozen air will make me peacefully stoic And you will ask me if everything is alright In town the chimneys will be working Lazy clouds slowly climbing brick conversing Until their destination is reached And the sky’s icy...

Thirteen Shapes – Part 2

Where have my pills gone? From my window perch I watched the sea of faces pass The currents carried words, my ears would capture “Has your daughter been fine? Has she found a husband?” That tarot reader told fortunes on the corner Flipping cards while eager eyes hoped futures were near The...