FAITH never lay in the
SPRIG of hyssop dripping with gore wrung like
JUICE from an orange. It lies in the pages of a book whose
PEN NEver faltered or smeared, but likewise written in innocent blood.
Author: Steven Robertson
Cerulean
ATOLL in a cerulean bowl will
BROOK no rivals for beauty; sand and sea like
SAUCE on a Michelin-starred dish you’d
CRAWL over broken glass to taste.
Three-Hour Tour
ISLET paradise, off the charts,
FLUSH with sunshine and coconuts,
AWAKEs with a palm-tree shaking scream from an
ANNOYed boat captain.
Breadcrumbs
LATHE-dizzy
STONE throwing shards
HENCE, detritus of past
GRACE, trail of future hope.
Inch by Inch
ABOVE the trench, movement even by
CRAWL is one that commands every
OUNCE of courage or stupidity or both––
SLYLY take advantage of every cover and diversion.
Jump Scare
ORGAN ominously plays Toccata and Fugue in the background––
COUCH-bound and entranced by the horrors lurking, obvious and unnoticed as a
MURAL that’s become nothing more than graffiti. Then the screams
SHEAR through the glass dividing there and here.
Could and Should
CRUDE materials refined by bleeding-edge technology;
LAYER of secrecy on top of a layer of arrogance:
AMBER mined to reverse extinction while a
DITTY by John Williams swells in the background.
Evel Can’t-evel
STINT as daredevil driver cut short by two things:
CIVIC with a bad transmission, and an even
RARER sight: a grown man white-knuckling the railing like a
KOALA hanging on a eucalyptus tree.
Unsinkable
CHILLy waters marked by silent sirens:
CREAK nor clang nor song do they sing.
CACHE of brute strength waiting, watching:
RIVET and bulkhead’s final cries ring.
Rehearsal
DRAFT each role’s lines carefully in your mind, rehearse a
DOZEN times to cement exactly how it all will go;
BLINK–the conversation derailed––revealing the hidden
JERK You refused to admit lay below.