CA

Joined January 2023

0 stories

Bio

Sound Engineer, Poet, sometimes-composer.

"Tell all the truth but tell it slant" - Emily Dickinson.

Achievements (1)

Runner-Up in Time Capsule Haiku Challenge

Stories (12/0)

stoics 2
I'll read one and then I won't the words of a ghost my father and why when asked did he not cry
By CAabout a year ago in Poets
despite what the chains say
freedom is a cell in the bones we have buried - our failed history marrows’ innate liberty, not ours - Gods’ humanity
By CAabout a year ago in Poets
broken glass in bloom
broken glass in bloom pillars of roses, empty edged and glistening thorn by disappearing thorn,
By CAabout a year ago in Poets
notebooks
collecting thoughts, hours remnants for the journey home refugees suitcase
By CAabout a year ago in Poets
morning smiles
morning smiles long day begins by a clear river empty shoes on sand -ca
By CAabout a year ago in Poets
elegies
to fall like petals from a flower, this was our destiny earthen cloud, pillar of fire - this is how we died
By CAabout a year ago in Poets
a fire in the hallowed 'tis of thee
he is the silent one here, but it's his stance, his distance the wave of a long shadow at dusk measured time in pockets
By CAabout a year ago in Poets
boy with pipe
bouquet of wings from a blue back to a rose slight grimace street smart, and smoke halos the face of le saltimbanque
By CAabout a year ago in Poets
so these lines fell
so these lines fell sudden lamplight down an ink-dark hall half-moons, like truth cresting, my eyes round
By CAabout a year ago in Poets
Top Story - January 2023
when I step into the riverTop Story - January 2023
when I step into the river that separates us to lean in, feet slipping on silk stones, falling face down in full force for love
By CAabout a year ago in Poets
Runner-Up in Time Capsule Haiku Challenge
moonlight morseRunner-Up in Time Capsule Haiku Challenge
spindly limbs tapping moonlight morse at my window the past wants to talk -ca
By CAabout a year ago in Poets
stoics 1
emptiness, but for the icy ink of living written rivers, more history than poetry wry smile of breathing draped from nape nose to ear lobe
By CAabout a year ago in Poets