Deep in the heart strains and burns multiple tragedies against life. Casualties of the ego or death by necessity, martyrs installed to move narratives. The masking task of distraction, sacrificing nothing but the most precious commodity to man. Mine deep the wells of the soul, emerald gemstones weighed against deep sapphire, the golden core is … Continue reading Tree of Life
Author: Michael Aaron Casares
Indecencies Of The Sun
There was a vague sadness clinging to the stiff morning air. It wasn't cool, but it should have been. It should have chilled his bones. It should have bitten his fingers so harsh they'd force retreat to stave off the pain and rigidity. The sun had risen, the golden light swelling across the horizon. The … Continue reading Indecencies Of The Sun
Dilate
This is the last one for the night for I hope to dream the black on black; I hope to fill the hapless void with happiness. The edge of execution keeps my nerves quivering even as I stand on the ledge. A nightmare is beneath me: a wave-torn craggy beach, a bottomless ravine. What is … Continue reading Dilate
Yellow Moon
The light was dim. The room was awash in the soft buzz of iridescence. I moved close to him, and he close to me. I felt a current between us, a thick air that fuzzed. It seemed to reach to him and pull us together. I kissed him. I was ensconced in electricity. I trembled … Continue reading Yellow Moon
Reconciliation Requiem
Rain at 2 AM. No one would know except the third shift, insomniacs, and night owls. We are fortunate to get the downpour and the cold lock that settled the heat. It pushed it away. The titter tatter, pitter patter of pebble soft rounds on the roof and objects. On the third floor where only … Continue reading Reconciliation Requiem
Arbor Fortified (A Triptych of Haiku)
Ancient, gnarled of bark canopy imperial, veins root foundation Systemic breathing old practice, core purified, blue skies high and wan A million leaves shards and memories verdant drift the ground below -- -- "Arbor Fortified" is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
To Look In Vain
He took a tentative glance at the screen again. He waited for a response. They were on the other side just wasting time. He knew it. What were they doing? He became anxious in a huff beneath his breath. He'd been at it for three hours. He sat up off the floor again and walked … Continue reading To Look In Vain
The Gift of Night
An iridescent silver light lines the clouds floating through vast ebony night. A conjuration of awe and glamour, the glow it casts, sprawls on the vespertine garden where a myriad wonders beheld: crystalline flowers blossom, marble statues breathe, insects rhapsodize dreamily. The lust of man replaced, the hunger denied, hidden. The gifts that come before … Continue reading The Gift of Night
Respite Americana
Reaching climes not ever thought, the cleansing process, time has bought. Mobility serves in striding miles the marching feet those right beguiled. No service comes from those left unjust who've taken speech in a deafening hush. The light that shines on all the dark, shines bright at root and blackened heart. It awakens the sleeping … Continue reading Respite Americana
Raining on a Mustard Seed
The blog and writer has returned only in this late hour. I welcome you all back once again. Unsure how to begin this rabble, I rest assured the work of my literary prowess shall unfold and multiply. Consolidation. I've mostly thought of consolidation and of censorship. I don't have anything to fear, I hope. The … Continue reading Raining on a Mustard Seed
The Root of Many Returns 