Digested horizon, verklempt. Sunrise inferno, rose fuchsia, periwinkle, cadet and into midnight. The last stars hide on the horizon. The last dreams warm and alive, active conscience, escaped. Dignity rises with the eyes of the eagle, the eyes of the smiles broadened by martyrs whom recognize their time. Gold medallions, and statues of recognition rise … Continue reading Memory Found
Author: Michael Aaron Casares
The Vanishing Poet
All that was left was the will of intent. The moist, hard congealed seal unbound, the coil loosened and released, the whisper of a breath dispersing back into the cosmos. The shade and shadow of duality, the black and white of these words. The black and white of the nation wrapped in a web of … Continue reading The Vanishing Poet
“A Quiet Day at School” by Michael Aaron Casares, Austin, TX
I found this on the internet. It was written about 2010, and published in 2011. If I had to go back and re-write it, I would. I feels a bit sophomoric (pun intended) in retrospect. But, it manages to convey my message. Enjoy.
Resurrection Apollo
He glared sharply into the sky. Without a star or moon in sight, he was certain the sky glared back at him. He disapproved of it. At long last he'd become tired of it. It's been dark for too long, he thought. He didn't know where it came from, or why. He was perplexed at … Continue reading Resurrection Apollo
Deadshot
Electric pulse percolates, wriggles like tape worms across dehydrated flesh. Tiny pulses emanate from a central source all around, the shroud a smoldering cloud of hazy mysticism, radiates the core. Vibrations wave through body's hearth electricity ascending in microwaves impure. An afterglow incomplete, replete with vague definition, sole cause to question the integrity of another, … Continue reading Deadshot
Black Orpheus: Peddling the Father of Lies
Specter in the house flies through glass windows, globes round and crystal mystified by the light and shroud. It throws rocks in ignominious desolation, it trades the soul for desire, it profits pleasure and lust, it drives the question of our sin, strips away the barriers of consciousness, relies on the powers of self-doubt to … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Peddling the Father of Lies
2019, Half Way On
Hello, dear readers. I hope you are well. I'm dropping in a personal letter, to say hello, thank you for your support, and share a bit of news about my work and upcoming releases. The readership of The Root of Many Returns keeps growing, and trust me, when I say I can't wait to get … Continue reading 2019, Half Way On
Reverse Daylight
Sun rises at night Twilight's sister impeded Dusk is left to dawn -- -- "Reverse Daylight" is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
Augmentation Laud
Piercing beyond the veil, the line of sight sees through the projected understanding constrained with at birth. What was once flat, was raised to depth, then tangible, and now new perspectives are pushing through, and changing every truth given, and changing every mind that once understood. The fireflies phasing in and out of existence, leave … Continue reading Augmentation Laud
Fruit of the Barren
Pale skin, hermaphrodite, an iconology of ideology and mysticism. Prophetess of the new age, barren archetype reminisced, inspired by arcane smoke and intoxicated on the influence of the elders. The web spun tells the future, a cutting stone of rhetoric and spin, misdirection in the minutia, divisible with wrongful incarceration and the pretentious desire to … Continue reading Fruit of the Barren
The Root of Many Returns 