Tuesday, December 10, 2019

An Ode to the Sun (for Audra)

Does the sun know how brightly He shines?
Does He see the light of other stars,
And wish that He were in their signs
or a passenger in their cars?

Does He see the light of the moon
and wish that He could be so heavenly?
Does He pray for His midnight to be noon,
and to be seen as preciously?

Does the Sun above see the planets about Him
And wish to be as bright as they?
Does He think they would shine without Him
That He is not the their light of day?

Does the sun know the warmth of His light
Or the joy He spreads each morn?
Does He know His shine is bright
and with Him each day is born?

*Author's note: This piece was inspired by an email chain. The opening line is taken from Brian Morrow's opening line of the email. If he got it from somewhere else I haven't found it yet. If you know of an older work that uses the line please let me know. I'd love to read it.

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Monday, October 21, 2019

Bleeding heart

You reached past my facade and gripped my bleeding heart
You drew it into the light revealing its darkened part
You showered my starved soul with words of intention
You promised whispered nights of gentle affection

I believed the dulcet tones that spoke of gazing stars
I longed for the steady rhythm of long distance cars
I swilled gallons of brewed searching phrases
I weaved about in the your inner mazes

We fell not into the danger of love
We fell not from the sky above
We did fall from a greater height
We succumbed to predictable plight

You saw the truth of my bleeding pieces
You saw me through some great releases
You saw the breaks in my careful face
You left in the middle of the plodding race

I crashed through the earth's mantle
I pretended my mountain was an anthill
I gasped and searched for breathable air
I chewed through to release the snare

We stopped
We dropped
We quit
We ended it

Now there is no you
Now there is no two
only I and my bleeding heart

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Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Rain Dance

It ended with thunder and lightning. The whole compound was left in ruin. Brian sat on the hill looking down at the wreckage. It was a total loss. No survivors.

Well that's done then, he thought to himself. He picked up his bag as he stood and slung it across his back. He walked away from the smoking ruin that had once been Compound 67B. He had destroyed five of them so far. It got easier as  he went.

 The first one had left him with nightmares and the shakes. He had never taken so many lives at once before. As a sniper in that god-forsaken sand dune overseas he had hardly even known the people he killed. This was different.

These were his people, his countrymen. People he had once sworn to protect, except they weren't anymore, were they? They had sided with those... things. they had opted to become a part of the collective. To escape the dying world they had worked to destroy. They weren't really escaping. they were becoming cogs in a machine hell bent on killing them all. They didn't know. How could they?

He had learned about it the hard way. He had almost become one of them. Escaping Compound 86Z had not been easy. He wasn't even sure how he had come back to himself enough to get out. All he remembered before waking was walking into a big white room and sitting down with 19 other people. The view-screen in front of them had snapped on and words began scrolling across it. He didn't even remember what the words had been.


"Collins" He could hear his commander from far away. "Collins you have to get up".

he felt so heavy, like he was still sleeping.

"Collins get the fuck up man., they're going to fucking kill you."

That wasn't right though, because Commander Wolfe had been killed in Kabul. the truck had exploded. It was why he was home now. He was home. He should go back to sleep..


Brian's eyes peeled open. He was laying in a dark grey room on a matching dark grey slab. He felt the needles in his arms, the cold steel against his back, the warm blanket covering him. He was completely naked. Groggily he rolled his head first left and right just barely registering that he was alone. There seemed to be nothing else where he was. even the tubes trailing down from his arms disappeared into the slab he was stretched out on.

He sat up and curled his knees to his chest resting his forehead on them. Knees, Plural. Suddenly he was wide awake. He whipped back the blanket covering him and stared at his left leg. It was complete, whole, human. The last time he had been conscious it had been a biotech prosthetic. Some new piece of machinery from their benevolent visitors.

He had lost the whole leg from the mid thigh down at the same time that Commander Wolfe had lost his life. Returning home he had been wheel chair bound until THEY had come. Offering medical miracles and galactic peace. Now it looked like he had grown a new leg.

It was paler than his right leg, the muscles less defined. He swung both legs over the side of the slab they dangled without touching the floor. He looked down and realized this was sized for THEM. They would be able to stand next to it without bending over. He would have to hop down. It wasn't far. A couple of feet, maybe.

The needle in his arm was getting warm. He knew the warmth of a sedative. Carefully he removed the needles from his arm. He didn't have anything to stop the pin pricks of blood that welled up, he was just going to have to bleed a bit. Sitting on the slab he watched his arms until the clots formed and his life's blood stopped seeping out. He didn't want to leave a trail of blood.

He knew as soon as he saw his leg that he was going to have to get out of there.

hours later he was wandering the halls of Compound 86Z there were no doors, you could walk into any room silently. Of course anyone could walk out of them silently too. in every room there was a person on a slab. Every single one of them had needles in their arms. Every single one of them in some sort of repair or worse; disrepair. One room had nearly been the end for him. A woman was laying on a slab, from between her legs an umbilical cord kept her attached to the placenta that held her child. They were both still alive. the unborn baby and placenta were floating in a container next to the woman. The rest of her organs had been carefully removed from her body but not detached from it. Miles of intestines had been piled on a a cart next to her. Her heart was suspended above her, beating out a gruesome rhythm. he backed slowly out of the room and ran.

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Monday, April 29, 2019


I stand among the drops of rain
amidst the claps of thunder
Let them wash away my pain
and return my sense of wonder

The nourishing flow of water from sky
the healing crash of sound
chasing away the happy lie
for the truth to be found

Laid raw and perspiring
I see the light of my soul
waking, weaving and inspiring
piecing together the broken whole

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Sunday, May 20, 2018

One brick at a time

E: Why does this keep happening?

M: I'm not sure. We learned to ignore the fake signs. We learned to never hold hope in a hopeless world. We even learned to be content with what we had and not search for more.

E: then how did this thing happen again? Why are we standing here rebuilding this fucking wall?

M: fuck man I don't really know. Shit. We should have known better.

E: that's it... After we get done with this one we are never looking back.. not even going to build a gate into this one.

M: agreed.

*Sometime later*

M: only a few more bricks to go... Wait...what was that?

E: what? I don't see anyth.... no. no. no. Not fucking happening

M: but what is It? looks friendly! OMG LOOK!

E: no

M: it has blue eyes

E: damn it. Keep it in the friend zone over there.

*More time has passed*

E: what the fuck is that sound?

M: it's knocking on the wall... It wants to come in.

E: no

M: oh come on. It's track record in the zone was perfect! There's no reason to keep it there...

E points to the bloody Carnage laying in the center of the courtyard.

M: but this one won't be like that.. it's a...

E: no

*Year pass in a flash*


M: I just made a little hole so it could see in. Then it said it could fix the mess. Look its really trying!

E: I don't think so... It looks like it's make it worse!

M: NO you don't understand! just go away... No one likes you and your cynical ways.

E walks away into the shadows.

*time marches onward*

Sobbing can be heard in the courtyard. M is laying next to the bloody mess and weeping into one of it's fleshy folds. E kneels down and pulls M up into it's lap.

E: it's ok. It'll be alright. We will start work on the wall again tomorrow.

M: I thought it would be different this time. We were friends first.

E: it's never different. They are all the same.

M: why is it so hard?

E: doesn't matter. Let's just take a break today and build the wall tomorrow.

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