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The red dragon climbs,wings unfurled,flapping, snapping, tautlike sails catching a sudden squall,soaring toward the sun. The raptor, breath scorching,screeches her mating call.Molting, armor shredded,purging, new skin glisteningeach year at Lupercalia. Dragon scales, forged of fire,pointed red hearts,languidly falling, dillydallydrifting through wispy cirrus cloudssouls searching for a home. Ardor dissipated, aContinue Reading

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Summer: a sticky day that melts the old pagesoff the flimsy, withering leather booksin the Lynchburg Public Library. A season wherethe only refuge –the air conditioned hallways.Inside: a child scurries to the counter,holding a pile of children’s books,lopsided and of a multitude of shapes and sizes. Like childrens’books are.The stackContinue Reading

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from a report dated Thursday, March 20, 1355 (after Vespers) And then one astrologerone past night discovered a starbirth another star that grewto part the clouds, spin, and dropbeyond the village swamp: “I found nothing therewith smoke plumeing outof nothing above me. Somethingbarbaric bleated or shriekedas I whimpered my riteContinue Reading

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The sun rises from the East.Time passes with every second and makes up a day.We like to rely on what we seeand pretendto understand where we are.Stars shine bright in the sky like specks of dust.Spots light up,and galaxies swirl like a kindergarten girl being chasedaround the playground.The orbs makeContinue Reading

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upstairs in my memorylives a room so darkit absorbs the planetlooking like there’s nosoul behind them,a shadow puddle ofnothingnessstands unscrambled.floating around like airfirstly glory appears &doomcomes after solstice& my soul never growsnice aftermath wintersbut i feel the loss ofcherry blossomsso find me in time& existenceembracing the flowersthat dreamt ofthe moonContinue Reading

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Once, there were, before ancestorswere, no rainbows and all colorsflowed the river upstream, below,in slime, life evolved to death, to tadpoles, with no knowledgeof land, swimming between colorfulstrands, then the hard rain, colorsstained the land, tadpoles walked, with hesitance, through a mireof colors, stained their toesand torsos and heads, chameleons,blendedContinue Reading

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Tk Tekkyu Lee is meticulously assembling his art portfolio. His work showcases a fusion of traditional and contemporary techniques. Each piece in his portfolio tells a captivating story, drawing viewers into his imaginative world. Tk is a student in the world of emerging young artists, and his portfolio is aContinue Reading

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i saw an owlcried twice beforedawnwith the night as an alibii see mortals in mourning clothesmy mother setsher dreamcatcher,she collects all my nightmaresin onebasket & eats them overnight.i see my brother in the moon orbshe lives on through cycle of rebirthsi carry his soul in my mouth,a reincarnated cherry fromContinue Reading

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It’s a Thursday in Novemberwhen the robot spits out the poem.Of course it’s written poems before,reams of them, but they were terrible,full of silly rhymes and clichésand bland, repetitious sentimentslike fourth-rate greeting cards. But this poem is a masterpiece,with crisp language and metaphorsthat are deep without being arcane.It can appealContinue Reading

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Act 1: The Galactic Poet Laureate Scene opens with a solitary figure standing center stage in front of the stage curtain, bathed in the soft glow of starlight. The closed stage curtain is a panoramic view of a vast, glittering cosmos, with distant galaxies and swirling nebulae. Divina Stellars (takingContinue Reading