Fred Aiken Writing

SHARP//THEN DULL//THEN MAYBE SHARPER

sharp impact,  
a sudden jolt that resonated like a thunderclap, 
strange vision, 
interstellar patterns, 
endeavoring to regain bearings and comprehend; 
the imperative arrives, reposeful 
with a deep inhale

GAZING OUT AT ABSTRACTIONS

memorizing stretched out lines
imprinting soft glows 
with bioluminescence that creates a trail
to follow into infinite estrangements

SKY CLOSETS

leaking sky,
stripped out closets 
left bare to suffer the abandonment
of storing nothing, being nothing,
because yard sales in the rain rust
everything we had into the ground