Once on the Path again,
sunbound
even for just a heartbeat,
leaving it feels like losing a friend.

May we be
brave enough to see the signs,
wild enough to trust them
all the way back to our hearts.

May we be
light enough for spindrift
to twirl us up into the air
and may we, violently or gently, land
just where we’re meant to.

Many years ago my companions left Remus Primoid and travelled back to Earth, missing the the life they once had on Earth. I, however, had no family or friends and requested to stay upon Remus Primoid, in the village of Tok-Tuu, and create a life for myself here, hoping to become a true Tok-Tuuian.

In my fifth year as a villager of Tok-Tuu I was permitted to learn the oblong mutterings, sacred chants created by the pre-eminent founder, Oblong Jenkins-Kennedy, who uttered these chants under his breath as he carved the ancient architectural structures of Tok-Tuu, as well as the hidden statue of Tei Romuloid, the mother of all life on Remus Primoid, a statue hidden within the depths of the ancient tombs, situated deep within the Tok-Tuu catacombs.

The mutterings were as follows:

"Oblongboidoid, Tok-Tuu Tok-Tuu. Boid, boid. Boid, boid. Tok-Tuu Tok-Tuu. Helmoistap-hablefoot, caress carefully."

Upon my learning of the sacred utterances, I was initiated into The Society of Sculptors. Such joy I felt, in this, my fifth year, to finally be accepted, truly, among the people of Tok-Tuu!

Now we travel to Remus Primoid, where we shall study the flora, the fauna and the geological structures, and become ingrained in the cultures of its denizen people, a journey that will alter our perception of the cosmos.

Upon this strange land we beheld organic structures of oblong intonation and mosaic bio-organic design. The trees grew in irregular shapes, reminiscent of cones and gelatinous globules.

The honourable Nipslip Cockhantuu now aligns with us. He would offer to be our guide and emissary upon entering the sacred village of Tok-Tuu— a conduit, as it were, between us and the strange cultures of the Tok-Tuu inhabitants.

The village elder granted us the honour of rubbing his dark ******* before the statue of the village's founder, Oblong Jenkins-Kennedy. His ******* were soft and delicate with a gentle, bumpy texture, very much like our own human *******. What wonderous celebrations ensued! And we knew our arrival upon this strange orb was a success, and that there would be many discoveries to be made!

Everything is normal
so not much to sing or say.
No summer thunderstorm,
the snow was magical only for an hour.

Old men
aren’t removing women’s ******* with removable dentures.
A belly laugh now and then,
an empty belly’s holy.

With simple joy
mortals may forget to fear their deaths.
Simply put,
we do not survive. But what an adventure!

I heard an archangel cry
Don’t hurt the trees!
Also, save democracy.
Also, stop barking, believing in that higher power.

What’s Ken doing today?
Watching TED talk lectures,
planning next Spring’s garden.
It’s Death, not the Jewish king, in your rose garden.

As climates change
species escape predators
and predators chase down prey.
Choose sacrifice or blame.

I look at faces
and they look at mine, mute, animated spirits,
black wet rocks,
victims among flames.

I like my anonymity,
lost in my own city,
in the shade of a gazebo,
a mosquito’s acceptance of its position among a million mosquitoes.

As well as the writer’s balcony
Dressed in the ruins of summer,
Autumn slides,
Crowding at the edges of wakefulness.
The still undiscovered adventure,
Sadness being beautiful.

A trap? Then I'll step

into it, wondering what --


will happen to me.

My friends used
To always be around
Good times, bad times
It didn't really matter
Every day was a new
Exciting adventure

Fast forward 10 years
Our group is scattered
All over the world and
We've become merely
Memoirs to reminisce
On my insomnia nights

We went out to play in a beautiful field
on a lovely Sunday morning.
The grass was magnificently green
and taller than us,
but we did not let any fear
about what might be at the bottom
slip into our minds.

I completely focused my attention on you
and the spontaneous atmosphere around us.
And you focused all your attention on me
and held my hand tight
as we ran like little children,
singing and laughing.

I placed some flowers in your hair,
and you made me a crown of daisies and lilies.
We took off our shoes
and let our feet caress the mud.

"Come this way," you said softly,
"I want to introduce you to the Elves and the fairies."
And I followed you deep into the forest.

Colourful birds stood on large tree branches,
watching us and chirping melodic sounds.
Right in the midst were tiny Fairy odd towns.
We smiled and told them how much we loved them.

Then the rain began falling,
and we danced without caring about being soaked.
You placed your lips on mine
until time eventually stopped.
It felt like someone took out the batteries
in all the clocks.

Like we walked on a rainbow bridge
that gave us access to no longer be lost in space,
floating on a spherical rock.

When the sky is a sea,
And planes are ships
Chasing clouds that act
Like whales

Pushing through the open air

And sending its waves
Crashing to the dry
Life below its stretching tail,

Are there islands we can
Land on?
Are there pools that will swallow
Us into nothing but the light
Of the cheering sun?

It's a sea where we will
Never be,
Much like the ocean below,
Mostly unexplored.