Author: Mark Hammerschick
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Shooting Star
Like a shooting star across the sands of time your breath in the snow trails like crystallized ice in a galaxy lost in the world of far, far away beyond the silence that is all roses. Brief moments glisten in moist patches of memory, fragments, shards, jagged remnants of places and events. How knowing is…
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Dreaming of Beth
She descends from a crevasse in the grey mountain piercing infinity gaping holes in the space time continuum at the event horizon those eyes simply stop curving time bending strings of theory like a gentle harp penetrating chords of light expanding beyond the silence of neutrinos
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The Desert of Dependence
I hike in to the Coachella foothills south in the desert of Palm Springs into a past with no memory. The desert has no memory. It is only wind, sand, sun and rock. The trail dives steeply into cragged boulders of granite, sandstone, quartz and eons of sand. How I have known these depths like…
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Blue Eye Sky
Fragments of sand sift through calloused toes raw with wrinkled scraps of yellowed memory. Cerulean sun on cue spinning surrealism like some Tanguy canvas stretched across eternity like your eyes white with splinters of big bang residue collected in caverns of expanding light.