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
Poetry
In The Eye of the Blossom (A Triptych of Haiku)
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
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
Black Orpheus: Hearts of Glass
Distant sigh of the wind and highway cold through cracks on winter morn. The dark of absent light and sun, the stars that hug the horizon tight. Ashes and cotton balls cling to lazy eyes; flurries and dust thick on dry lashes. The truth is laid before our heavy hearts. The body is tired, it … Continue reading Black Orpheus: Hearts of Glass
Justice Delayed
Green flash at the break of dawn, the hope of the world released in song, that radiance upon the darkness shine, and truth amid deception find. To strike a balance among the conscious minds, the severance of rigor-mortise once strongly entwined in coil of mortal perception, a vice of fear, a sullen casque enforced both … Continue reading Justice Delayed
Procession Winter (A Triptych of Haiku)
I. Remnants flutter down Prickly, stale the earth and ground Vitality lost II. Frigid, cooling breath Hollow sighs in heavens, haunt Numbness plagues the heart III. Leaves begin to furl Squawking grackles line the trees Death falls to the ground -- -- "Procession Winter" is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved. … Continue reading Procession Winter (A Triptych of Haiku)
The Neighborhood Is Silent
The neighborhood is silent against the raucous jeers of abounding crowds. Traffic rushes statically on highways not far from here. The wind rhapsodizes dreamily, lulling the silent, sleeping street. But the neighbors are watching, I'm sure, as I carve an apple, (its red skin sweating in the pungent humidity). I never speak to my neighbors. … Continue reading The Neighborhood Is Silent
Crystalline Delirium
Day after thanks runs together like one. Five days, four nights of questionable lust clouded by the threat of retreat, or worse, a social disease. Truth. I held him like a lover. I loved him like forever, aware I'd not see him for another few weeks. First time in my bed, beneath the heavy liquids … Continue reading Crystalline Delirium
Insufferably Didactic
She walked to the door, opened it, greeted the salesman with bible in hand, invited him in, offered coffee or hot cocoa. He did not need evidence to believe; she did not need to believe to have evidence because it was there hidden in the books of man; the ones the preachers refuted and called … Continue reading Insufferably Didactic
The Root of Many Returns 