We the gods forsake ourselves, our characters reduced to song calling hunters. We the birds tweet harms and hopes, growing worms on our branches. We humans debate ourselves, forgetting to grow together, eating words. Poem first shared in a public forum.
"Within the Trio" by A.L. In the tense silence, a tremor passes from each soldier to the next. “Engage!” Discordant mayhem engulfs the cry. Within the swarm, sight conquers, deciphering enemy from ally. Two allies swirl around the advancing center that is me. Focusing past them, I track then disarm fragments of the enemy. In… Continue reading Glimmer: Within the Trio