Citrus stabs the air
With its orange aroma
Seeping from the tree.
Your words pierce the air as well,
Sweet at first, then lingering...
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 5:53 PM UTC
He sits,
The horizon stretches out before him
As the leaves above quietly
Rustle with the wind.
He stares
Into the shade of the branches
Twisting together paradoxical patterns,
Hiding from his naked eye
Dozens of Mercuries, Jupiters, and Saturns
But one faint glimpse is enough to see
The glistening fruit of the apple tree.
Entranced,
He peeks through the tangled mess,
Searching for what is beyond the green,
With the skill of a hunter, no less
Than a tiger stalking its alluring prey.
As the man pondered and lay
Under the leaves, he began to see
A greater dimension,
A higher reality
Than anyone has known under the sun.
He pondered
What the apple truly was.
Was it the same flavor as the one in Eden?
Where man chose self over almighty God
And undermined order; odd and even
Were mixed into something erratic: disbelief in
Him.
That apple shone with glorious splendor,
But its beauty was a lie
That killed humankind,
Sold by a sick, sadistic vendor.
Or,
Could this apple be more like the one that dropped
Onto Newton's head, they say, and brought
Truth and knowledge to a hungry mind
And a starving world.
An understanding between us and the cosmos
Was formed that day
For so we say,
"I hear you, oh music, and know your tune
You sing out from every bloom in June
And every sea on the face of the moon."
The apple shines out this truth at noon.
But then,
Darkness fell over the land,
The sun released its bonds on the earth,
The man had thought too long, without
Coming to a conclusion; his doubt
Had held him captive to the apple.
He could no longer truly see
Into the branches of the tree.
Whether the apple was of Newton or Eden
Has no meaning to an unenlightened heathen.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 11:15 PM UTC
A girl
Skips down the street
Holding a lollipop,
Shrieking as tots do when truly
Living.
Dying,
An old man hobbles next to her,
Wistfully rehearsing
Days when he was
A boy.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 11:07 PM UTC
An ant trots slowly
Through endless pastures of grass;
Peaceful and content,
Until a spider eats him;
The grass watches silently.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 10:30 AM UTC
The world lays down to sleep.
That ignorant, poor sheep
Rests in the slaughter-house,
Still as a dozing mouse.
She does not hear the knife;
The butcher takes her life.
The world heaved out a sigh;
We dream before we die.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 12:35 AM UTC
Is the thing that pulls us in all directions
Until it doesn't.
It prepares, waiting, lurking,
And we know it is there in the murky
Waters, but we plunge in anyway.
What else was there to do? Was there some other path to take?
Is it within our rights to break
This old law?
The legality was as logical as an unbalanced balance
Where it hung it the air, poised, breaths held,
Until, inevitably, inexorably, it fell.
With a clang and yell,
The tension snapped
And worlds collided, those unmapped
Places were no one has ventured before
Smashed down each other's locked front door
Causing
Silence,
The kind that seeps in the
Sewers of the streets in strains of
Slimy sludge.
Silence,
The type that echoes
After the gavel is slammed down by the
Unjust judge.
As reverberations
Cause palpitations
Of an injured heart.
And after this silence dispersed,
After the tension melted from the earth,
We parted ways; the very first
One I loved now had no worth.
I waved goodbye to your untense hearse.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 12:54 AM UTC
A bent, haggard tree
Offers his most precious shade
To the small songbird.
How much could our world improve
If we were all like this tree?
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 11:13 PM UTC
Thick walls of limestone rise to meet the sky,
With rounded arches, quiet, stern, and deep,
Where shadows in the nave their vigil keep,
And vaulted roofs in solemn silence fly.
The wisdom held within will never die;
The sanctuary offers pilgrims sleep,
While heavy columns promise faith to reap,
And narrow windows catch the light on high.
Yet in this calm, a silent presence dwells,
Defying time with mortar, rock, and might,
And carving saints in stone with careful hand.
Melodic sounds of ancient copper bells
Are stubborn beacons in the waning light,
Hung high above a list'ning sacred land.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
Coldness
Envelops the
Lone traveler on a
Ridge underneath the dying sun
And kills.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 12:11 PM UTC
The tall grass quivers
Shaken by a chilly breeze
In the dead of night.
Children of earth stretch upward
Into the unkind silence.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 11:43 PM UTC