Tick-less Inaudible clacking of clavier keys. Inarticulate tapping of talons on eves. Chattering leaves, grey in the gutter. A battery wilts while watch hands sputter. Jostling toothpicks in kitchenette drawers— I hear them all. The universe snores. —M.M.
I. Morning Rewind the grey dots on the pavement. Drop them up into the sky, Higher, higher to their pinprick pockets in the clouds. Pockets where, for a brief moment, the light peaks through the grey undersky—a split-second split for spilt light to slice through. Rewind the grey dots to take their places in the... Continue Reading →
Good Omens I took it as a good omen when the sprinklers popped up out of the grass and began to sing water as I walked by. I took it as a good omen that the moon was nearly full that night, not bloated with tryptophan pride, but just full enough for contented... Continue Reading →
The Light of Sleep I write despite the time of night, And fight the light of sleep. I write, and might, in dream tonight, Find the flight to leap A lap around the kite-filled sky Phantasmic, black and deep, Wherein the knightly stories hide Awake within their keep. But, by and by, by... Continue Reading →
A Wonderful Thing to be Said ‘Tis a wonderful thing to be said, To be tired and sore and dead, To be happy and full and fed, To read and read till you’ve read, Enough to fill up your head. ‘Tis a wonderful thing to be said, That it’s time to go to... Continue Reading →
I Do Not Want to Go to Bed I do not want to go to bed. I do not want to rest my head. Can’t you hear a word I’ve said? I do not want to go to bed! Sleep is for the weak and lame. You cannot sleep to win a... Continue Reading →