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how to bank a fire in the summertime

How to call this thing –
this thought,
this feeling.
An abyss,
it was before
and now full,
filled with brightness.

But a cautious glimmer,
a tentative shine,
a shy sparkle,
in the dark.

Can you see it?

I am alight,
a cautious flame licking the air.

Can you feel it?

It wants to roar and burn,
flare up,
crash down,
devour the coals –
until nothing
but the embers,
huddled and gleaming,
pulse and glow,
with satiated delight.

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The horse’s black hide shimmered before the cold moonlight could capture it in its snare. He threw his head viciously in the air,nearly unseating the dark man riding upon him. Monstrous nostrils gaped out, steam pouring out like from a geyser. His golden eyes pierced my heart.

That night I had decided to follow the path they raced upon, retracing each forbidden hoof print with the delicate flicker of my haunted eyes. Again he caught me unaware, two dark shadows thundering off into the night, just when I dared to blink.

In the dim of dust I followed the slivers of stardust littering the moist earth. All I could see was a dark figure on the horizon, always eluding me. The cool air shimmered with tension and the land was coated with a dreadful silence. I had the sudden urge to look up ahead of me.

My heart skipped a beat.

There they stood, unmoving, less than three strides away. The black stallion snorted, spraying the cold earth with his hot sweat. I gazed up at the rider astride the massive beast. Sharp, cat-like eyes ensnared me, thick black hair framing a pale face. He had caught me staring at him and laughed, a warm light sparked in his eyes before dying. I unconsciously pulled my grimy fingers through my long tangles, looking up at the mesmerizing apparition before me.

“So it was you who was following since that last bend?”

The Highwayman Came Riding

The yellow grass swayed in the warm breeze

Basking in the harsh rays of the noon sun

Nothing else moved

It seemed that the world had been put on hold

The blades of grass its rasping breath

Far away

Where the hazy horizon met the brazen earth

Stood an ancient wonder

The massive branches reached for the heavens

The trunk solid as a war-hardened soul

The great warrior was old

Bark showed the scaring of the ages

Etched forever in rigid skin

So bizarre was its existence

Nature’s freak

In an ocean of sun and dry grass

Sea green leaves hung from its limbs

Dancing in the gentle wind

The hill where the tree stood

Littered with gold red orange and green

A niche buried deep into its depths

A passage hewed with small paws

A safe haven

If one listened closely

The sound of fox pups nursing

Of mice nibbling

Of ants working

Could be heard

The burrow led far under the earth

Farther than any animal ever ventured

It ran deep

Tinkling the Mother’s skin

And then disappearing

Into the fire of the center


Abruptly the wind blew harder

Scattering the leaves to the sky

The strong burst tore off

A solitary acorn

Flinging it to the parched soil

It rolled slowly

Picking up speed until

It collided with the wall of the fox burrow

It did not loiter long

A resident mouse

Snatched up her treasure

Not speculating its origins

A day’s rations had fallen from the heavens


Not only the hungry mouse stirred

A hawk soared high above


With a hidden purpose

A fly buzzed in an antelope’s ear

A cheetah flew silently across the plains

Its lithe paws barely touching the ground

A lion roared

A creek sparkled

A leaf rustled


The world woke

As the sun withdrew its blinding rays




In the east

The starry heavens had reappeared

In the west the burning death

Of the sun

Flooded the land with red blood

A flock of swans erupted into a forced flight

Barely escaping the hunger pangs

Of a wild dog

As the sky faded to a blue-black

And the celestial jewels

That decorated the dark land above


The world awoke


The small stream

Sparkling in the fading light

One last salute to the departing day

The golden grass slowed its ballet

As the gentle wind blew

One last breath

Across the darkening land


The full moon had risen unnoticed

With a tingle of red

The silver orb sent beams

Of silver thread

Upon the golden plains

Flooding the land with a new light

One that didn’t blind or bother

It wove a carpet of silver gold

Enveloping all with its serenity


Right now

A thousand leagues away

A new day had arisen

Flooding the same earth

With the same rays of light

That had so recently

Basked the golden plains

Further still

Past the earth

Past the golden globe we call our own

Blew a bitter wind

And still the wind blew

Scattering the stars in the sky

The great storm shook

Infinite anger

As the cold wind slowed to an dubious breeze

Dust and light entwined

Jumped and danced

The red nebula glowed

Feasted on new life

Small dust balls glittered in its light

Brought silver on the seam

Twinkled and laughed

The blue sun shuddered

Erupting gold into the void


Further still

One star flickered

Cried out its joy

For the beginning of time

Of Endings and Beginnings

A Childhood Memory Affixed to Verse

Untitled – a poem written by me as a child


And then the wind blew,

scattered the stars in the sky,

The great storm shook,

In infinite anger.


As the cold wind slowed to a breeze,

dust and light entwined,

jumped and danced.

The red nebula glowed,

feasted on new life.


Small dust balls glittered in the light,

brought sliver on the tree,

twinkled and laughed.

The blue sun shuddered,

bringing gold in the void.


One star flickered,

cried out its joy,

for the beginning of space-time.

The black heavens silently dreamt,

of future green waterfalls.