born at night, pale blue fell upon our knees, sans pew now florid, age two
By CJ Miller2 months ago in Poets
bouquet of cobalt something blue, something borrowed their hearts, both on loan
bleu • blau • blu • azul and onward. misery, the universal tongue.
the germans wore gray, you wore blue. best line in all of cinema, fin~
the wind at my back cerulean desires in the gray of winter
We drive up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. When Hallelujah starts to play, you grab the dial, in no mood for rhythmic sorrow. I empathize, content just to share in your silence.
By CJ Miller2 months ago in Fiction
When John Kelleher opens his front door, he's greeted by the warmth of Second summer, that period of grace which, if the stars are aligned, likes to chase an inaugural frost.
"Billy!" The boy freezes mid-smack. "The bus is pulling out. Face forward and leave David alone. I'm not gonna tell you again."
By CJ Miller3 months ago in Fiction
dinner with a view site of ancient anguish—"sad" she ashes her cig
By CJ Miller3 months ago in Poets
café neighboring a culture frozen in time hot cups overflow
mars alight, sky west due east, fuji channels flame world dyed cinnabar
everest stares up at the moon and wonders if he, too, is lonesome
