teleported
to an alternate universe —
looks the same
Teleported
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AuthorRon Sparks
Ron Sparks is a technology professional, science fiction and fantasy author and poet living in Munich, Bavaria. His latest book "ONI: Satellite Earth Series Book 1" is available on Amazon.com.
Tentacles Retreat
T
tentacles retreat as
host refuses symbiote —
inferior stock
The Stars, Like Dust
T
The stars, like dust
in the wind —
fingers can’t touch
Neptune’s Ice
N
Neptune’s ice
not nearly cold enough;
him with you
Venus and Mars
V
Venus and Mars
resurrected pulp fiction
lovers therapy
Wrong Side of the Styx
W
wrong side of the Styx
Charon leers ominously
no coins to offer
Shedding the Ghost of Cancer
S
Two days on the road, two thousand miles on my motorcycle. Hard miles; my ass so sore that every bump in the road brings biting pains up my back and down my legs. I’m riding alone. No highways. No hotels. Camping in fields and eating in greasy diners. Seeing the America not available to the Interstate. The real America. I’m rough riding across the continent and this isn’t a mid-life crisis. I’m...
Chameleon of Faith
C
they tell us
having an open mind
is the stake against the
vampire heart of
stagnation
we must discard
what we know
and who we are
because what was
truth
yesterday is today a
lie
I like that - to
be the same man tomorrow that
I am today is terrifying
but then again - I'm a man
who orbits
nothing,
a chameleon of faith,
a kaleidoscope of
swirling belief that is never
still long enough to
find myself
Bravery
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Bravery I thought I was brave with the scars to prove it. My legacy - broken bones, split knuckles, black eyes and loose teeth. Adulation and respect. I fought both man and isms Never backed down. But a black man, driving an Uber taught me the truth of true bravery. Harassed, insulted, threatened by a low-life passenger, white racism covered in a cheap suit and tie, he refused to take the bait...
Send Nudes
S
Send me nudes, you said
I sent you my naked
truths instead -
An unfiltered and unapologetic
glimpse into my heart
my innermost self
That part of me that so
rarely sees the light
of day much less the
judgement
of another soul
In the end, staring at my
demons, at my fears, and
my weakness you
failed to see
my strengths, my beauty,
or my integrity
You looked into the
abyss of me and
blinked
