CategoryPoetry

The great clock chimes into the morning’s half lightNot caring if anyone will rise to its call.Murky waters carry yesterday’s votes on the tideAccompanied by joggers’ tympanic footfall. Marbled grey clouds loom with options unthoughtAbove the great eye turning and blindTo caffeinated hamsters disgorged from the mouthOf their subterranean sanctuary; scattering, disinclined. Heads down, going...

The light ringed the sky where the moon had been,A coffee-cup stain on its shadowed sapphire screen.While a slumbering mote deep within him stirred,Of memories and majesties long since unheard. Possibilities emerge.Timelines converge.Cross the streams.Awaken the dreams. What random thoughts are these breathed into lifeAs specks of starlight pierce the night?What was occluded, revealed once...