Courage is lost between broken street lamps. The glass bleeds, staining the pavement. Step once, stop twice. The crunch is transparent either way. A box of matches, crumpled, torn, there is no striker. Discarded. Sand paper just won’t do. Not …
Tag: Poetry
Anti-Gravity
Up on big mountain there are no stairwells. No not even a hint of an escalator. Retaliator. When you fall it doesn’t hurt like you expect it to. The push hurts. Your palms sting. Stop crying. …
The Fields of Io
I Colonel, you and I, we’ve got history. Across the plains of orbital rocks and flying cities, the laws of gravity feel like they don’t apply. But they do. They always do. It’s a different country out here, one without …