There is a party of words a noisy mob of politics and grand ideas about saving the world but I linger in the corner overlooked with hair falling over my eyes do I have a hard time loving someone else because I am afraid of someone finding out who I…

We can look at history and we see a history of breaking or being broken we can look at each other and we see another face lined with pain with tears waiting to be dried but does the future have to be this way is love only a weapon to…

Sometime ago sparks of life radiated out into a void and set about creating constellations that could be turned into sculptures in the human mind the bear and the corona borealis all the designs of the universe point that back at something does any one notice does anyone ask the…

As the great mothership powered down in a grand explosion of smoke and fire a world of humans remained focused on their phones and the selfies that they had just posted as the Aliens marched out expecting a warm welcome or at least a nice scream of terror people in…

It was easy to see that something was wrong in the dents and shattered glass scattered around the wreck I could see that the driver and the passenger were still there trapped in a prison of tortured metal arguing about whether to change the radio station so I walked over…

We used to see the lights through the windshield so clearly but now we just say that we can see so much clearer than before as the rain washes over the window we used to search for answers like they are something worth knowing and ushering it into our lives but now we are so much smarter that we don’t ask any questions at all as the night collapses over our vision we used to live at peace with our passengers

The lake surface was stagnant complacent in the warmth of summer before a simple stone fell from the sky and a pattern of ripples rolled out from the point of impact to lead a follower must learn to follow and so each wave walks in the wake of the one that has gone ahead the surface of a face was void of expression empty of hope or understanding before a simple word of gospel found an open ear and a pattern of ripples

Sometimes the heart finds it hard to leave the ground to twist in colour against a canvas of blue sometimes the mind is tethered by the tangled strings of old battles and betrayals that tie a body to the earth sometimes a life is weighed down by all of the sandbags and ropes that keep a balloon from floating but is it really losing if what is lost was keeping me from finding what I really need is the past only ballast

Tendrils of fire twist and turn grasping for air are they like gossip that consumes the lives that fuel it rumours of flame feel their way around the night surrounding are they like the whispers of love that breathe a flicker of hope into a pair of empty eyes what is it really this livid orange storm of words what does it bring to those it touches these crackling sparks and wiggling tongues do they rage with the muffled roar of a destroyer