Daybreak The wash of stars ebbing now morning’s come finds me weeping over children grown up. I shoot an arrow through the night and watch its flight from dream to dream until in a twinkling it seems to fall to earth upon the bloody birth of dawn. Spiteful sunrise kills the darkness merciless its waxing murder. Brightness blights the world of shadows and shades are melted by relentless fire.
Nightfall Follow the flood to the edge of darkness then leap into obscurity. Immaturate to times thought lost when stars were heroes, planets gods. Break the day’s strange spell and stupor. Fell night with words absurd but true and not an arrow’s poisoned tip. Harrowed reseed imagination’s furrowed brow. Put out the lights and look skyward for your stories adulterated children reconnect the dots.
Originally from Sacramento, p joshua laskey currently writes in Dallas, Texas. He has published award-winning creative work including original, adapted, and translated plays as well as original and self-translated short stories, flash fiction, and poetry. Find out more at www.pjoshualaskey.com.
Grand Little Things 