Time’s Arrow – B Gourley

Precognition? I barely have post-cognition —which is to say, memory. I have memories of memories of a world that never was. Cobbled together hopes, dreams, and fears made into a montage of me. One could chip away at what never was, but I’m not sure reality could support it’s own weight. What was might endContinue reading “Time’s Arrow – B Gourley”

Left for a new year. – Ally L. Mare

https://writeallywrite.wordpress.com/ There are so many things,I want to do,I want to experience,Before the days,Left for a new year, I want to feel loved,To be wanted,Embraced tightly,Before the days,Left for a new year, I want to travel,To feel free,Away from the city,Before the days,Left for a new year, I want to be with you,Together in anContinue reading “Left for a new year. – Ally L. Mare”

Elements – My Valiant Soul

An old saying I recite,mapping the distance of my chest to my thighs,sipping hot tea,the typical Indian aroma,the distinctive sniff which makes your crawl  your mind,to rummage through the orange teal box of old photographs,the box of stoic flushed postcards.It happens in a minute.A sky so distant and full of grays.The mountains from the Space.DryContinue reading “Elements – My Valiant Soul”

Under the Sun – Dale Beck of Future Daze

UNDER THE SUN HOW MANY SOULS CONNECTED HAVE FLED? DRUNK ON YOUTH AND INNOCENCE NEVER TO LET GO, NEVER TO LOSE… BUT LOST LIKE LOTUS LEAVES IN THE SUMMER MISTRAL. IMMORTAL IMAGES OF ILLUSORY PERMANENCY , THIS MERRY THRALL OF ANGELIC UPSTARTS, LIFE-LONG FELLOW TRAVELLERS, AND YET LOST ON THE JOURNEY, LEFT TO SING SIRENContinue reading “Under the Sun – Dale Beck of Future Daze”

lonely poetry of night – Short Prose Fiction

trees whisper, cries of cloudy skiesinaudible, unseen,you, Astraea,you push me on a long-forgotten trailthe ocean, poisoned, green, unsettledwarm tongues, ecstasies of memories un-liveddefiled the innocence of maiden-starstears, corridors of sandyou, universe that dreamt us allthe pain of suffocated myths that diekisses, floating sanctuariesAstraea,you who don’t know desireburn the nihilism of fleshthe plightof souls sold forContinue reading “lonely poetry of night – Short Prose Fiction”