Must I Set You Free?

    The moist soil sweltering under the apricot flare. The velvet terracotta sweetly embracing the lifeblood of the sprouting green stalks which rise from the earth. The fetid aroma of the sapphire fertilizer, but all forgotten for sprouting green stalks rise from the earth.   The course reeds rose beyond feeble seeds, prime, petty,…

Bizarre

Bizarre It Must Be (HIKU)   Bizarre the colors the honeybirds wings flutter drops of nectar seep.   Bizarrely they grew vines sprout from jagged edges they strangled the pines. ———————————— The Gates of Hell   The word bizarre can date back centuries to its very origin within the English language, and it’s definition meaning…

Pitch

Dear Time Magazine Editor: Why would anyone wish to listen to the delusional justifications of a neo-nazi for regarding their onslaught of violence and crime? Would it be to gaze into their rotten minds or to glance at a piece of their collective depravity, yet it’s neither. It is a way to understand the bizarre ideals, morals,…

To Fonso:

  To my beloved cousin Fonso, Hello Fonso, it’s your cousin Sigwald, how have you been and your kids? It’s been over ten years since we’ve seen each other, we should get together sometime. How much time has gone by since our family has not met under our proud banner? The memories of hiding under…

The Spur of Coffee

is sweet, savory, seasoned taste, of black gold. The evening family meals over a steamy cup of bitter-sweet nectar. A taste so profound, it’s  memory is unforgettable. The smooth flow of ambrosia clenching the thirst of millions, and it’s a legal drug too. It is like the warm baths on a cold winter morning.  …