Mercy Street forlorn in the morning clouds. The eyes heavy in retreat, eclipse its own vision, iris shaking, pupil fat. The fog clings low to the ground, the feigned winter breeze of an ill-fit New Year and Holiday Season, all but elements and figments of a present now passed. Random auditory notes, celestial to organic … Continue reading Midnight Clouds
Author: Michael Aaron Casares
Cold Desert Plains
Sun kissed desert lands Wind brings cold to heated plains Warming days, chill nights -- -- "Cold Desert Plains" is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
Job Fair
I stood around, pacing, watching a multitude of kids, my age or younger, herd through stalls of opportunity. They are all here to find a job, a career deserving of their certificates and claim to knowledge. They’ll all go off to big corporations, making higher figures than I ever did at my first, second and third … Continue reading Job Fair
Adjusting The Blossom
Good evening dear readers, I sit in front of my computer on a rainy December midnight. Freshly the 27th of December, I thought I'd drop a note on reblogging "In The Eye of The Blossom," a haiku triptych I shared last month on the blog. But first, I also want to say thank you to … Continue reading Adjusting The Blossom
In The Eye of the Blossom (A Triptych of Haiku)
Story Art: Faery Hill
Recognition Charcoal on Paper 2018 -- Artwork from the short story "Faery Hill" by Michael Aaron Casares.
Faery Hill – Part Five
I gazed at the skyline, hypnotized by its dim outline against the darkening gray-purple sky. The orange had faded near a horizon I could not see. I could make out the rough edges of each edifice, the precise architecture of each construction, but as I gazed at them, the buildings began to mesh into each … Continue reading Faery Hill – Part Five
Take the Ride
I've one last chance to bear witness to the oddity and uniqueness: a first time original, a tchochke of absurdity, abstract. The walls are building up around him. Admiration one last time; appreciation, a resolution before the chains and shackles desecrate his name. Voice of an underground generation, inspiration engaged in the risks of life, … Continue reading Take the Ride
Reminiscence
Reminiscence Photography by Michael Aaron Casares -- --
Faery Hill – Part Four
My head began to swim. There were a few others in the bar besides the randoms sitting at the bar itself. A couple was near the stage at a high top nursing drinks and chatting. A young dude on his cell phone absentmindedly sipped his margarita. All in the shadow of the orange fire that … Continue reading Faery Hill – Part Four
The Root of Many Returns 