Time Lapse of Green Beetle

imagesCAVT0NAVleaves rain onto molded stump

Earth musk settles in space

war is on the make

tiny militants march from beaten soil

where the queen once lay

rooted with unspoken truths

sky wrought with dark reflections

drops of black honey

tracing every step

stationed near old willow

sent to guard

nectar accumulates

this night would bring storm

devastating debris

relentless home

A churning in the distance

new currents

ripple through dust

an antennae twitches

eight feet stomp

light fosters peace

Published by darren thompson

hello invisible people, I have lived well and continue to live well enough. I hope the same for you. Writing during a pandemic with catastrophic wildfires, hurricanes, economic collapse, political strife, and toxic air means one tends to be pretty sedentary. I am reminded of our last trip to Cartagena, Colombia and the gang of sloths hanging out in the trees. Funny, I don't think sloths are ever behind schedule though. The book, FALLEN, is near completion. I know I've said this before, but I am definitely in the final lap with it. Though, I have not settled on the publishing or marketing of it, yet. I am not even sure how I will use this website. Admittedly, I've been writing on this bit for the better part of ten years. My mind has been wrapped around some weird urban sci-fi-fantasy junk. Feels like a twisted premonition of what is happening today. On another creative front, I am setting up a new website called: vomitpages.com which I am kind of excited about. These are writings and ramblings and musings of life when I am out of the flow with writer's block. There projects within projects there. Oh, I live in the Columbia River Gorge of the PACIFIC NORTHWEST. My characters are way more interesting. thanks.

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