Author Archives: Miklos Arany

This life is not mine, and that is not yours. We hold only slender shoots, single notes, Singular bells, green then dark then silent. Rough, we drink our joys and sorrows From a well that runs ever deep, ever Drowning deep, but still and ultimately dry. Are we each or are we all? Illusory ghosts,Continue reading “Life”

Cold and sleeping trees Verdant recall and promise Knowing hope is love

The dream is still there, even if it’s etched in glass And a sandstorm is bearing down, the hit or miss Uncertain as a long and sleepless, starless night. I hate to hope, unreason reasoning that longing Begets distance, a monster birthed by troubled sleep. There has to be a low door in the wall,Continue reading “Digging Leviathan”

America is eating itself. A cabal of carnal cannibals, A carnival of carrion, Dead men overdrawn With every kind of hunger. Feasting on the poor, The weak, women and children, Even the dead, these men Will never stop, never Surrender until the world Has been devoured. And the despairing, desperate And driven hordes of nobodyContinue reading “American Carnage”

Like a door slammed across my fingertips I miss you with a pain so hard and reverberant That I can scarcely think or move; a hundred Miles is a thousand years and I’m nowhere At all anymore, untethered and undone But knotted through every artery and vein, Breaking my heart over a moment’s missed joyContinue reading “Just Today”

An ash desert, winds bearing nothing But dead dreams, and memories of green. Hollow world, the creation of hollower men Gone mad with machines, digging leviathans, Giants of the deep lusting, burning, blind. Sweet fruit of the earth goodbye, beauty Of lost animals forgotten, a steady drum Of the end beating like a black heart.Continue reading “Left Behind”

The sweetest sun sleeps at dawn And the bitterest twist cuts like a winter night This heart is full and frozen

Fonder and weaker, the longing heart Grows like a gianting star, huge and Enveloping as magnetic forces ground To clouds of dust, pinpricks of awareness And awe, shrill alarms like scattered prey. But love is still and quiet and strong as blood, Forgetting nothing, dammed and pooled for Its release, one river into another andContinue reading “Absence”

A hundred thousand years of struggle, Good against banal evil, every great Achievement a monument immediately Undermined by base and venal fools. Now we, good and evil, edge ourselves Closer to the abyss, entranced, chained Cheek by jowl in pairs like animals Entering an ark destined to drown. This is the time to rage againstContinue reading “The Sooth of Sisyphus”

They say the light that burns twice as bright lasts half as long. The light that cannot burn wants to find a way to flare like the sun Or become a wisp of smoke somewhere out of any sight. God protects none of our stolen fires, and his eternal enmity Confronts me in my sleepContinue reading “With the One I Love”