Sitting in the cordial mythic reality paved as actuality, a venue synthesized by the conmen of history, the sun rises behind the eyes. It breaches the bubble, pops the protective layer of lies cocooned over us. The world tick-tocks in double time dreams and schemes overlapping, we pull the intravenous matrix rich soup we’ve been … Continue reading Dissociative Drip Drops of Unwanted Musings
Poetry
Winter Pall
⊗⊗DISCLAIMER: FINAL WINTER POEM OF THE SEASON⊗⊗ Winter Pall A silver glow was cast on me, a silver casque of frozen clemency, Illuminating wan light into softening sad night like a phantom once happy now without blithe. What radiance I saw thereof, that helmet cold with lack of love, and I stared deep into … Continue reading Winter Pall
St. Cristobal
A new dawn arises. One in which the sun of old has red shifted away, has collapsed and expanded, has swollen and reddened and burst with every electron and molecule its life blood, its soul energy, and it has buckled into a distant, miniscule star white as the grave's effervescent tomb. A new dawn arises. … Continue reading St. Cristobal
Triple Leaf
She's playing the lotto again, puffing on that pipe like peace is going out of style. Indian tribes, ladies and hippies before receding hairlines turned them to businessmen, knew a thing or two about connecting the soul, the spirit energy, with everything through the power of love. Standing before the arch of acceptance, light rays … Continue reading Triple Leaf
Camellia Dawn
Amber tufts cotton Carnation hearth majestic Fired light distant gold -- Warm Ember Horizon Photography by Michael Aaron Casares -- "Camelia Dawin" is an ekphrastic haiku poem written by Michael Aaron Casares. "Warm Ember Horizon" is a photograph taken by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
April Showers
Spring blue becomes gray Mud wash clouds quiet thunder Raining change on land -- -- "April Showers" is a haiku poem written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
Why 1979?
Four years before I was born I saw you; you were recalling something about a broken leg. We were at a zoo. I saw us a on T.V. screen, running through a stone maze, me behind you and you waving your arms, both of us in a hurry, saying something silly, though the truth is … Continue reading Why 1979?
Mountain Laurel (Triptych Haiku)
Lavender outside step in the pink and purple; sweet luscious all day. The sweet inhaling, fresh and sweet, the sky is ripe. Lucid trees sublime. In distant memory, verdant foliage under bloom, awaken senses. -- -- "Mountain Laurel" is a triptych haiku poem written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.
End the Fed
We’re not joking anymore. The words, the worshippers, the serpents and the snakes, the dividers among us. The stakes have been held captive, a pretense of a threat. The dreams have materialized: Fact was made fiction in the history books of our children, but the fiction of the past haunts like a government template we … Continue reading End the Fed
The Fourth Estate
Headlines of the nation sway in the wind. They wave through gracious space and hang on our neighbors’ flagpole. We adorn them, those black print reams of words and thoughts that prideful, mount the helm of the basking sun. Headlines read into many things. They spell the nation with urgency, curving words, donning false pretense, … Continue reading The Fourth Estate
The Root of Many Returns 