Slaughterhouse

On a hill in the distance a building stands, a tribute to strength, power and brutal force. The setting sun gleams off of its bright gilded walls, making it into a tiny thing of beauty like a trinket to be worn. Suddenly, it swells. Its walls quiver and become bloated, choking the one around whose…

The Commoner’s Manifesto

Prayers are simply wordless encounters with inner spaces long since forgotten and buried beneath senseless babble of years of sensory overload. In a world that prides itself on having a million versions of the same thing, one is quickly and thoroughly lost in the incredible noise of it all, saturated like a gluttonous sponge, swollen…

The Mist, My Companion

rising from bed in the night i find the fog has fallen tomorrow is an hour away the clarity of consequences forthcoming eludes me to worry is to grasp for some control to find the perfect scenario of what may be to think of the right words to say but such does not a peaceful…

Silent Watcher

I search the heavens for a twinkling star and find one, only it is not a star; It is an Air Force jet screaming through the night, shattering Nature’s peaceful slumber. I search the forest for sparkling eyes and find some, only they are not eyes; They are the headlights of a rumbling tank, breaking…

Hebetudo

I knew not what to do with this hebetude, so I added mas musica, a more joyous etude, something to dance me out of this lethargic mood like a world music CD and some spicy Indian food. Now my mind’s filling with a fine curry of gratitude.

Wind

in the background of quiet conversation across the phone line in talks with kin of swirling snow in a not so distant dominion omnipresent like an unwelcome companion always within earshot a rumbling din seeking to lose me to this everblowing wind

My Journey, Dream

Eons ago, it seemed, I began my journey, dream, Dream of a day when Man was Man, No more a terror of the Land. We began, my stallion and I, One brilliant yellow dawn to fly, Fly o’er the glistening lakes and plains, Cool breeze flowing through his mane. Swiftly we flew on gentle wings,…

The Way of the Leaf 56 (Photos)

According to the publication schedule, today is a KMLS Photoshop day, so I figured it was time to post some more leaf photos.