A mind lost beneath fire in the sky Stands ready to rave against the coming The stars drone and fall to Earth And the moon cannot bear to watch
A blanket on the world, thick, oppressive Stars digging their way through the sky In an effort to reach the surface below
Leon knew that he was small, but he had never before felt the truth of it so deep within his bones that it sent his thoughts scurrying into dark corners of his mind to hide from that fact.
Coming out of that first vision, out of a world of fire that had scorched his eyes, his skin, filled his lungs with burning air, he had feared it. Over time the fear lessened, then morphed into the curiosity that now brimmed within him.
Before he could look away, she opened her eyes and he became acutely aware of those two spots of storm. When open, they transformed her face entirely from softness to something intense and focused. He felt certain she could see straight through him—his thoughts seemed to be laid out like an open book.
Leon focused somewhat more intensely than he had before, holding onto each item a breath longer, feeling it as his father must once have done. He didn’t notice the single sheet of cellfilm that made Damien’s eyes light with a strange fire, and which was quickly slid into his thin jacket before he continued his work as though nothing had happened.
Lena gasped, her breath tangled with a cry, choked within her. Her eyes flew open, the sphere fell hard from her hands to thud against the floor and roll away from the table. Leon flicked on the lights and bent to pick it up, set it gently on the table, then sat and watched the wild motion of Lena’s thoughts as they played across her face. Confusion, fear, disbelief vying against each other for dominance. She picked up her glass of water and drank with trembling hands.
The rest of Leon’s patients that day came and went in slow procession. He listened, responded, tried to help while his thoughts stayed far away. When the last patient had thanked him and left, Leon slipped their file into his desk and swept out into the corridor...
Sometimes, when the sun is in just the right spot, It’s light filters through the leaves Swaying in a gentle breeze In the same way it did when I was young. I often wish to return to the past. Looking back into memory I see Endless summer days, trips to the coast, Heroic deeds... Continue Reading →
Stumble toward the lightReach for itGrasp at sunbeamsThat have traveled empty spaceTo fall upon your outstretched hand.That still have the power to burn.Emerge from shadowFind the world as it once wasBefore the coming of darknessSpinning with chaos and beautyAre they the same thing?Behind you stretches consciousnessAn unbroken stream Rushing to the mountaintops.Beyond you is the... Continue Reading →
Our backs pressed into the grass bent beneath us. Night hid the snow-capped peaks on either side. The sky above was clear—a portal open wide to the heavens. Stars, frozen a million years in the past, held sway over us in their own distant way. Our breath rose in the blackness, a ghostly mist that... Continue Reading →
A world passes by in refracted blurs of color and shadowThis world I inhabit, from which I seek shelterGlass and metal keep out the rain that I love to watch but not feelThe branches high overhead an imperfect rooftop, an old house with rafters full of holesMuted gray light pooling in the spaces between the... Continue Reading →
I am awake in this dream worldWhere the days are colored by liquid shadowThe nights sing softly of what lives beyondBehind each door a world of desolation beckonsWindows reflect shades of purple and silverOne walks on, key in hand, searching for the way throughPathways crumble after she has passed overTired eyes mark her stepsCreatures to... Continue Reading →