Two Sentence Tuesday #52

Titanic swirls of withering light coalesced around a perilously gyrating blot, struggling against the suffocating grip of unbeing. The light glittered feebly as it faded into the darkness and the universe around it had continued its onward march, completely oblivious.  

Two Sentence Tuesday #50

            As aspirations go, some people strive to plant their flags upon the mountaintops while others won’t rest until they’ve reached out and touched the stars. For Harry, he was winning at life if he could afford a victory dance on the knoll across the street.

Two Sentence Tuesday #3

Dev and Anna lounged passionately on the muggy apartment rooftop beneath the moon, the stars, and the sparkling city skyline.

"Perfect," Dev thought as he slipped the humble box from his pocket.

The View from the Summit

The View from the Summit

It’s been a grueling sojourn to the mountaintop;

Can you remember when your ascent began?

You ached and bled to leave that daunting base

In your wake and will the summit into reality,

And here you now are… planting your victory flag.  

Embrace the sweeping landscape of your success

But stop for only a moment, for aurulent stars

Are within your grasp and a new adventure awaits.

First Date

First Date

By Brandon Palzkill

Shimmering starlight twinkles

In your bright sapphire eyes

As we jet down the boulevard

In a Cadillac convertible

Top down, winds blowin’ through our

       hair,

Got your feet up on the dash,

Head tipped back,

Carefree, you beam at me

And I fall in love.

I take you to the House of Blues

Buzzing with electric neon

Red and violet and pink,

Bathing us warmly; slowly

Swaying, grinding

To the gravelly rasp of Tom Waits

Singing through the juke box.

Hold you close; hold you tight,

And you hold your breath,

While you fall in love.

Gray, overflowing clouds roll in,

Thick, glassy raindrops

Pound the asphalt, sizzling; crashing;

Chasing us beneath a park gazebo,

We wait, sitting out the storm;

Your rain-washed flesh sparkles;

I touch you… you shiver.

I taste sweet precipitation

On your lips

As we fall in love.

Everything is Real

Everything is Real

By Brandon Palzkill

Dancing across the starry prism,

reality dissipates into a viridian fantasia,

engulfed in swirling cryogenic cyclones

and cast out to a milky nebulous sea.

Meandering auras ripple across the waves,

irradiating my glowing owl eyes;

nearly melt until I realize it’s only  

gilded sunlight through my bedroom windows.