Every now and then he comes to visit. What affinity towards, I do not understand. We understand each other. But there is much more in his solace-locked art and candor than I could ever dare to express. I never knew the man. It is safe to say I could have. Had I awakened to his … Continue reading The Art of Remembrance
Author: Michael Aaron Casares
La Primera
Todos somos son La verde y la Azul El sol unido -- -- "La Primera" is a haiku in Spanish and is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved. It popped up first on Twitter, error and all, because we do love live poetry. https://twitter.com/themacasares/status/1121518217527164941?s=20 Follow Michael @themacasares and get a whacky view … Continue reading La Primera
Transmute the Soul
Diligence based opulence, discreet name seen in sky, a flashing jig of light will paralyze the day. A shadow smolders to non-existence, misunderstanding the difference between belief and conviction. It calls to its kind, it seeks like energies, it vibrates the vapid space, it assumes that you will never understand and for that is haughty. … Continue reading Transmute the Soul
Black Orpheus: Midnight Stream
The storms of Jupiter ascend, burning clouds of Neptune and Saturn. Their perfect orbs, spherical in spite of hexagonal surges, whirlpools, and vortices, dervish silent frenzies. Clouded in the eye, everlasting fog chokes the pupil sight. It is a repetitive like scratched vinyl clichés, and lost lacquer messages, hidden and secret, locked, undismayed by the … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Midnight Stream
Night Green Solace
Still midnight sirens Hush awake the silent mist Clouds soft eruption -- -- "Night Green Solace" is a haiku poem written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved. -- -- Coming Soon: The Vanishing Poet, a new collection of poetry by Michael Aaron Casares.
Washed Out
Gray spring afternoon Rain gust hidden and humid Wisp around the light -- -- "Washed Out" is a haiku written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
Ode to the Federal Reserve
T'was 1913, on cold and cumbersome Christmas eve that the bankers and politicians in shadow held keep. Monetary laws they passed on that holiday season, were passed at a time when people were busy holiday pleasing, and assured notes created by a private source were to be used as the country's monetary resource. These bankers, … Continue reading Ode to the Federal Reserve
Mare of Late Night Inconsequence
Final musings of the languished death cult. Visceral. Death rattle. Wigs upside down. Make-up makes the man. Stiletto me this, my good, sir, and don't forget to strap it on. Help us support your pink habits, hats, and manes. Ironic, thin lensed, bun-topped, bike-rimmed, march through mullet and soft rounded, gaping smiles teaching love and … Continue reading Mare of Late Night Inconsequence
Cloud Cyclic
April showers sing Wind, tornadoes' rainy trail Life and death cycle -- -- "Cloud Cyclic" is a haiku written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
Integer
Pulsars sweeping through the sky, I become the sun of distant system far away wanting nothing more than to warm your life. Visible hadrons in the sky, naked to the distant eye, cannot see what hopes and dreams locked inside my heart. Expand, I breathe deep with cosmic lungs the dust of stars, inhale the … Continue reading Integer
The Root of Many Returns 