TitusAndronicus0

Oram The voles lived out in the farthest edge of the universe, in a minute galaxy that had yet to be discovered by any intelligible life forms.  The galaxy contained only 30 solar systems; the one in which the voles made their permanent residence contained only two earthly bodies and a sun, about as big as the planet Jupiter.  Jupiter, a “gas giant” as the homo sapiens called it, was a large ball of elemental gases that lay in a solar system 4 times the size of the vole’s, and existed about 300 million light years away. These two planets had been named Oram and Tome, by the first voles that happened upon them, either by sp

Dirgo and Salantra sat at dinner. She was mildly content. His plate sat untouched. He stared sadistically at his food. She began to get up. “Dirgo, please Love. Stop this lunacy.” She hastily removed her plates and glided to the sink, tears beginning to seep forth. Her three eyes were dripping.  Dirgo could not move. The plates clattered to the sink. For a moment or so, really unquantifiable by any degree, Salantra held the side of the basin to steady herself. She refused to wipe the tears that had taciturnly latched on to the side of her maroon-colored face; Dirgo remained seated. As if removed from this world entirely she ev

Francisco Gaärvo arose from the bus stop, adjusting the violet suspender straps snarled up across his backside. He fidgeted, twisting the kink out of the leather, and then stretched his arms up towards the sky in an attempt to elasticize the knots under his skin. Thrushes and marsh warblers exploded from beneath the reeds and took flight. Their shadows diffracted into pairs sweeping across the ground, illumination cast on them from the two domestic stars above. It was a beautiful day. A rocket was tactically taking to the sky along the horizon line, its Nitrogen fluid thrusters ejecting a smoky azure cloud below it, spreading like a swo

It was very dark. The only light cast was stale and many, many light-years away. Still the stars radiated and iridescent display of luminescence, puncturing the nightly veil and suggesting both an intransient and ephemeral quality to the man’s position. Darkness lingered on, an ever-present element on such a deserted and desolate estate. He had been on this asteroid for what seemed to him forever, hurtling through the emptiness of space, punished for an offense he did or did not do. He had no name. No identity. No past or future. He was only a man. Clock and psychological types of time had been erased from his existence. So had his ide

Garret glanced up from his work and observed the oblique orange sky; Mars was quite a spectacular home. A blue nightingale swept over his head and in a manner- like that of a circus acrobat somersaulting from one platform to the next- twisted and took off into the horizon. Dolefully he returned to his efforts. Brassica Maris Rapa is a resilient type of Martian turnip that, when boiled, produces an endocrinal tea tincture, both cleansing and refreshing. You know- if that was your sort of thing. He and his father had been at this colonizing endeavor for quite sometime now: 11 years at that, and had after a short period of indenturetude with a

Ashley was bemused by the sun. It piercingly leered down at her like some absent-minded parent now cognizant of a wall drawing their daughter drew for lack of loving affection. She jitterbugged with excitement. Suddenly, a terrific din resounded, the sheer resonance of which reverberated deep within the crook of her gut, whipping her mind back to the reality of the street corner.            Standing in the shadow of a business marquee, she gazed out first at, then through the traffic to her destination across the street. A muffled breeze blew both floral fragrances and that of a stagnant river as enticement, beckoning her to that place. Dre

I’m trembling because of the cold. world? My fingers can barely grasp this pen. The car is shaking Violently. streaming headlong into the –    (abyss) Unknowingly startled by fading light And for a small fragment of uncapturable time- Grey World illuminates with the might of a christ born not of sky but of the earth nature’s symphony composed of rocks and dirt and clay. And light. Ubiquitous rays glide out over the trees And in the setting sun I see Particles plundering fields. I believe in a new freedom the sky and the clouds. And that smell? Its like being awakened by that sweet scent before rain. And

Ocean waves lap at the bone-dry shore they stand, hand in hand; gulls calling from above. The screeching descends upon the affectionate, who, nescient tell of their tenderness, with seraphic tone. Acquainted such a short time ago they melted together, an immaculate blend. As sandhoppers flee their purpose-less path, merciless they manifest amorous expressions. “Oh how I do love you, my dear,” he utters. “You are not like any other,” she echoes. Their thoughts intermingle, curtains collapsing down, their sighs replace the natural sounds, of sea, and seascape, and scenery. Passionate love, the two bipeds s

We tempt fate in winds, our souls unravel They twist and melt before our bodies Sand sculptures turned to glass by the sun. But atop sandcastles, unblinking stones rest abandoned In molten mirrors by the shore. Are you sure!? No, I’m mistaken and disturbed Uncertain of our reflections in the pavement Concerned about my passion. You are sublimity, an artist painting her own essence onto canvas. You rippled and sparkled, I was lost confidence, and for a moment I understood myself. I am woken by a dream And everything I consider myself to be Is blinded by that unwavering band of light. You’re efflorescence enveloped