The city has been aflame these past days. A quiet inferno on every street. Heavy-laden branches wreathed in the sublime. Wild and fleeting, irresponsibly abundant. A display far beyond necessity, asking deeper questions: Is all chaos? Did this exquisite artistry, and we who behold it, emerge from a blank void? Is life merely a dogged …
[This poem was published in 2021 by Ekstasis Magazine] Icarus, Without the fated plunge, Is but a dreary grey-haired parable, Pragmatic unremarkable commute, Recklessness is crucial, The brazen rise to kiss Apollo, Weaves the gossamer of myth; In flushed freewheel of youth, Vital abandon strains, Frothing fervid at the bit, How easy to hold living light, …
