Poem: Fin

This shall be my last poem of you. The final ember flickers in my soul, leaving a once passionate flame to the mercy of the winds. I feel the cold chill of tomorrow, prickling and taunting me, daring me to move forward in a land unrecognizable. I hear a rusty wheel, fighting as it turns…

Poem: The Futility Of Flesh

The Moon peeked into my window, painting a cerulean trail along your back like an ocean of mist and sweat. In a way I became jealous. Wondering… Could I be that gentle? Could I reciprocate such restraint and still be just as present? Could I somehow place a light upon your soul without any need…

Poem: Like The Scrolls Of Qumran

I hope to be a page in the story of your life. Some well written section, drenched in subtext and subtlety. I hope that if we ever were to part, and the years caused us to languish and fade (like pain after triumph, or a rumor in retrospect) that you could return to that page,…

Aditya Abandons All

A great famine ravaged the eastern coast of India. Hardest hit was the village of Titipa in the Puri district, right along the Bay Of Bengal. Most families did their best to scrape by, some managed to gather a meager income from minor trade and the selling of goods to whoever could afford it, but,…

Poem:The Search Party

Go back. Find the dreams that meandered off the path. Bathe them in Eucalyptus and Epsom salt. Feed them confidence and assumptions. Dress them in warm clothing and vision… Then teach them how to walk.

The Incarcerated Ghost Of Henry Giles

Six months after Henry Giles was laid to rest at the Statesville Prison Graveyard, his son Marcus found himself charged, convicted and incarcerated there, resting his head in the same cell, on the same bunk once occupied by his father. The irony wasn’t lost on Marcus. Looking around the six by nine box he saw…

One Fine Box Of Hammers: The Inevitable Breakup Of Nathan & Zora

“She’s gonna regret this,” Nathan thought, tossing the last suitcase into the backseat of his rusted Jetta. Making his way to the driver’s seat, absolution wafted over him like rain in a firestorm. Yes, he had made mistakes, but so did she. How many birthdays had she forgotten only to present the customary pair of…