Fixation

It’s too easy to take the comfort of shadows for granted. Harder still to live in the light and not be ashamed of the discolored skin. I’ll say I love you until even the wind gives up its ghosts, but the only way I’ll know my transmissions are received will be through a series of blinks and unresponsive sacrifices. Would that these words could be molded into brick and mortar for the walls of tomorrow, anxious to give way to truth and become nothing more notable than forfeited memories of fact we can dismantle to write our future anew.

(dtn)

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Fast friends

Two friends.
A shepherd.
A hungry wolf.
I’ve lost all sense
of time, said the shepherd.
I’ve no need for time,
said the wolf’s stomach.
It was a long shadow
to carry, but somehow
they managed.
Then came winter.
Then came icy hostility.
Each friend had
more than enough
to hold against
the other; the wolf
his hunger,
the shepherd
his cunning.
As spring thawed,
only the bones
remained
as declaration
of the victor.

(dtn)

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Home 

It all seemed so different–
like a weathered photo
of a memory–and yet
unchanged, exempt
from the highlight reels
and dramatic outbursts;
the speed limit changed
and everything hummed
higher and faster, trudging
along with never enough
time or closeness. Familiar
faces came and went aged
at a different altitude,
as if we had never left
but were never there.
A new mirror.
A lost element of contrast.
Over-saturated muted colors.
Time travel gone awry.
Stones tested and adopted,
then lost to a change of pace.
It felt good to be home,
but it felt good to be home.

(dtn)

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King Turtle and the wall

The first few years of his reign were a smooth transition from turtle king to turtle king, which left the king with more than a few slow days with little else to do than explore. Most of the areas surrounding the kingdom were well kmowm–from Frog Country toward the rising sun to the great grass fields to the sides–but few if any knew much about the lands toward the setting sun, for that way lay a steep wall that no turtle could climb.
++Many had tried to venture around the wall, but to the left stretched another wall so far into the grass field that few dared trace the steps back to the wall itself and to the right were dense trees, through which could be found Toad Country and a foggy darkness few had the courage to pierce.
++King Turtle, however, knew that something was hidden beyond that wall, for he had traveled farther than most turtles dreamed possible, and he had heard stories from those he met along the way. Most of these stories seemed impossible, such as the crow who told him simply that beyond the wall was no different, but somehow not the same, but there once was a cat who teased that he could show him the way if he convinced one of the carp to be eaten by the cat. This told King Turtle that there was, in fact, something there, but it was either too amazing to be shared with just anyone, or so dull as to not be worth the bother. Either way, the king was determined to find out.
++And so it was that he set aside a few days from his schedule to be left alone. The king knew that if he set off for the wall itself he’d spend most of his time traveling one way and then the next, so instead he set off for the grass lands and the edge of the wall that would eventually connect with his destination. There it was that the king climbed from the water and left the kingdom for what would be the first of many such adventures.

To be continued…

(dtn)

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Any given Thursday at the station

This isn’t a place
for speaking,
nevermind
the overlapping
and out-of-sync
announcements
blaring across
the platforms.
This is a time
for anticipation,
for contemplation
of what is just down
the tracks. Besides,
it’s too hot for words.

(dtn)

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Supernova with me

A minute more
++than always
Unraveling all
++that is said and done
Disputes over
++the color of the sky
Ever-changing
++constancy, again
Broken into pieces
++of perfection
Foundering in
++failing ambition
Anxious dreams
++of morning
Sacrifice everything
++for nothing
Tied up freedom
++of will and thought
Doubts that add up
++only in the counting
Thoughts of
++your shadows
Ifs and maybes
++in place of tomorrow
Rhetorical questions
++on rhetoric
Questionable demands
++for waves
Somewhere
++between the light
We’ve never felt so empty,
++never dove so deep,
++never conquered the void

(dtn)

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An ode to a toad

Is it inaccurate
to call an algae bloom
a favorite room
of bullfrogs
and waterdogs?
You’ll see
what I mean
when the green sheen
spreads from
seam to seam
and all light is
blocked out
like deepest night,
but first we must
dive and thrive
in those amphibious
homes, see
what they see
when we are
no longer we, for
only from their corner
can we ever see
their sense of humor
as anything more
than mystery.

(dtn)

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