Still Strolling…

it can’t be far away…
can it?
that elusive brighter tomorrow?
I’m not asking much…
just a warm spring day
maybe a chance of sprinkles
and a walk amongst nature’s glory
the cloying scent of honeysuckle gagging the senses
lilacs swaying in the breeze
birds in full choral exuberance
vibrantly budding trees
and a…Read More

The Star That Sneezes the World Apart

17th arrives
with no warning,
no prelude,
no gentle clearing of the throat.

It comes as a sneeze,
a sudden, violent expulsion
from the lungs of a star
too ancient to care
about the consequences.

One sharp burst of light,
one cosmic exhalation,
and everything nearby
is scorched into a…Read More

I want to post another one of my four books here. Why? I don’t understand. Because… I can.
Let’s pretend everyone cares and vote in the poll I created in the “Activity” section of my profile.
https://starsrite.com/members/ignatov/activity/
It’s beautiful. Even has pictures. LOL

Fia, This is the song that defined my teenage years. As always the lyrics are key. They will be down below. This is my favorite version and performance off of MTV’s Unplugged.

Oh, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught…Read More

Strolling Through Hope

I miss carefree days
…before smoke filled the air
and storms battered us left and right
(seems like now it’s a choice of extremes)
…before fear of walking in daylight
even worse at night
…before being forced to carry my papers
hoping they even give them a glance
because there’s money to be made…
in…Read More

April 15½

Prayer for the Fake Middle of the Month.

Pray…
not to gods,
not to ghosts,
but to the middle
of this faking month,
this sagging spine of April
where the days begin to wobble
under their own weight.

Pray for the midpoint,
the lukewarm center,
the hinge where nothing happens
and everything threatens to.

Because…Read More

Rolling Into the Back 40

halfway to the party
and inspiration is faltering
slapping words into phrases
hoping they make any sense
breaking it into sections
so I don’t lose momentum
but my energy got up and went
and I’m left scrambling and outta breath
it’s one helluva workout…
for a pen with rusty muscles
drop and give me…Read More

April 15th – The Hour of Blocks, Locks, and the Moon That Refuses

April 15th strikes
not like a day
but like an hour:
15th o’clock,
a time that does not exist
and yet insists on happening.

It arrives as a block,
a solid interruption
in the flow of April,
a square of time
that refuses to melt
into the rest of the month.

Then c…Read More

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Neutralized

slip
the knot
fingers prying
desperately
despite…
their tremor

uncage
what should
never
have been

some beasts
are born unseen
but they don’t die that way

keep tugging
at the ropes

sooner…Read More

The Infinite Repetition of a Pink‑Clad Madman

April 14th does not progress.
It repeats.
And repeats.
And repeats again.

It is the day caught in its own echo,
a looped corridor of hours
that refuse to move forward,
a calendar glitch
that feels almost intentional.

On this day,
time folds like a sheet of paper
creased too many t…Read More

Roack-a-bye, Baby

I know no other way
the weight of his absence presses
aching…waiting…
begging for his return
as nights close in
shadow draping me in yearning
the remembrance nearly blistering
moments of fierce and desperate
thundering of twin beats
throb piercing me
and I cannot…will not…forget
saturation a constant
as…Read More

A Monday of Opposites and Gravitational Longing

13th arrives
with the blunt honesty of a Monday
that refuses to disguise itself.

It is a day built on opposites,
light leaning against shadow,
certainty dissolving into doubt,
the heart pulling forward
while the mind drags its feet.

Everything contradicts everything.
Everything…Read More

Heave Silence

words recede
when darkness settles
and sound is heard only at the edges
muffled though they be…
silent sobs and absolute grief
louder in my senses
than gunshots and shouts of jubilation
because we all know where hate takes us
but only some will see it
guess it’s only visible…
from the barrel end of a gun
to…Read More

12th in Emptiness, Oblivion, and the Breeze That Knows Too Much

April 12th rises
like a hollow bowl.
A day carved out of absence,
light as a rib,
quiet as a room
after everyone has left
but the air still remembers
their names.

This is the day of emptiness
not the cruel kind,
not the collapsing void,
but the soft, spacious…Read More

Absorbing the Cost…

when the choice is required
and compromise is not an option
do you choose to soothe your own pain?
or that of others?

April 11th — Ladders, Snakes and the Art of Forgetting

April 11th arrives
like a board game spilled across the floor,
ladders leaning toward impossible heights,
snakes coiled in patient spirals,
waiting for the moment
you think you understand the rules.

It is a day of ascents and descents,
of sudden rises
and quiet collapses,
of c…Read More

Mistmind

words slip
in and out of thought
tickling inspiration

then drift…

overwhelmed by their source
they unravel
wisping away from grasp

probably just as well…

takes more ink…
than currently in possession
let words refill the bottle
while energy supply refreshens