He was standing unaware of the waves that pulsated throughout the shoreline. He was unaware as they crashed into themselves, persuaded by the wind howling down on them silently from the south, pushing them forward into the shores where they shared themselves on his flesh. He was standing unaware of the waves though watching … Continue reading Winter at the Beach
Author: Michael Aaron Casares
Strangers With No Home
I got off the bus on Travis St. next to a small park that was a hang-out for all the bums and vagrants. The vagrants weren’t too bad in this city, at least not in my experience, and you could shoo them off easy with a stiff glare and pursed lips. One time I was … Continue reading Strangers With No Home
Gray Path Climes
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Dawn
Carnation burning Fire kisses the horizon Avis rising high ___ ___ Dawn by Michael Aaron Casares.
The Perfect Distraction
The Perfect Distraction is a work of short fiction by Michael Aaron Casares.
Blog Vs. Patreon
Hello, dear readers. It has come to my attention if you've gone through my pages and visited my links, you may want to know what's going on with my Patreon site, and what's going on with the old Root of Many Returns blog. In truth, I have decided to jump on the band wagon … Continue reading Blog Vs. Patreon
Instinctual Fear
Instinctual Fear Rain pelts the window pane; the wind, chilled and crept, tests its pressure points. Beneath a softly lit tree, on milk tan carpet, I find no words to connect a meaning to the reader. I find no soul. The soul has gone away. The poetry has gone away. The resounding voice echoing in … Continue reading Instinctual Fear
Awaken Bloom Begin
Awaken Bloom Begin Petal blossoms sigh unfurl the opening eye bloom in daytime sun
Even In Death
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Deciphering What’s To Come – Part Two
Fiction and storytelling were my first loves growing up. There are some dedicated poets out there who knew from birth they were bound to a poetic destiny. Not me. Not entirely. When I was a child my days were filled with stories of superheroes, ghosts and monsters, other worlds, and serial-type storytelling. As I grew … Continue reading Deciphering What’s To Come – Part Two
The Root of Many Returns 