Author Archives: Martin

About Martin

I'm just... filling time.

the old cold void

Sometimes you stare into the void and it avoids eye contact So you awkwardly wave hello, and there’s this moment when you think it might care, just a little But it turns and slowly walks away, and you’re never really … Continue reading

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The Sixth

This kiss, my lips as gardener, feeding heat along a verdant trough, a flickering tool moving in hidden spaces, the private gate discovered. The flowering, once hidden garden, opening. Blooms rising, bursting, from rich, fertile earth, unfurling, rising, seeking heat … Continue reading

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The Fifth

You, the screaming gale, pushing turbine blades that rip and scratch at the arching back of insistent winds. The moaning on the threshold – the shaking of the doors. You rush and swirl, a zephyr gathering power, sirocco full of … Continue reading

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The Fourth

Your skin pressed to my lips, aqueous, a river to seek along, driven tossed and turned, your cries a guide, loons moaning along misty shores. I become your riverine captain, my fingers as recon soldiers, probing finding inlets, egress and … Continue reading

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The Third

Time without end. We move through the twilight sky, through noctilucent clouds – swimmers in a sea of early night, ice crystals attaching to our skin, reflecting and becoming stars. Lights in the dark, whorls of stars, sparks flashing between … Continue reading

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The Second

The next kiss, I as your guide, my hands on yours, guiding into woods, through dappled sunlight, among moaning trees, cracking leaves the scent of life breaking, birthing, burning. The wind that howls and shakes the leaves, the rain upon … Continue reading

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On Everest/ in snow

Husbands with children are sherpa lost in a blizzard on slippery ice where the air is thin blood vessels leak and ghosts begin to beckon -Martin Burns

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