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In a bleak back alley in the City of the Angels, Ice-blue eyes and those of twilight hue meet, in perfect understanding, At the still point before action, before the running, shooting, screaming, Between the sirens of the backup, still too far away, And the silence of the quarry the unknown, waiting danger. Two minds know, by instinct, who will… -
Originally published in the zine Ten-Thirteen 2. Ever since the night it rained on our picnic — The day they said he’d soon be coming home — I’ve been uneasy, insecure. Everyone I ever loved before has gone away, Yet I survived, and I could smile. But when he was torn, unwilling, from my side, I learned some things that frighten… -
Originally published in the zine The-Thirteen 2. I was shaped in snows, my young soul chilled by Viking summers. Now, as I become a man, coolly poised to walk the well-known path my father trod, In dreams I see another road that leads to warmer climes, to dark and smiling reaches where my frozen heart will thaw and come alive… -
I have been drunk on fear, alone and lost within a wilderness of alleys, tenements, and tears. Now, blindly, I reach for you, blazing in the night, crying, hungry — My heart on fire, my burning eyes closed tight against denial. Dark angel, your warm touch ignites the charred and weeping husk… -
Deep blue anger burns defiant in the silences of night. It’s all I see — a light at this dim tunnel’s end, as if a sapphire blaze could keep the final dark at bay. Frightening — to see your helpless rage, to wake and feel your anguish in the desperate tightness of your… -
Now dawn light is rising, the deep clear blue of trusting eyes, fading out the horrors of the day and night gone by. Too early yet for city streets to stream with all those cars that aren’t bright red Torinos. Too early for a twisted grin, a breakfast of cold tacos and warm beer. Too early … damn! Almost too…