Adam Macy

Feb 082016

I could not know here from there and I did not want to.  I had no choice but to proceed further, on as the light would say, on forward into the future, where cadences of conception are true and the light shines oh so brightly from the diffusing apex atop the sun.  The pure light resting there like love.

With coming fortune to bespeak a brutal indifference, valued disdain plagued my heart considerably.  Left aside the shelter with no storm to speak of, with no lighthouse, no shore, no rocks, no pebbles, no tide, no clouds, only the moon.

But with sincerest pity this moon shone bright.  This light – this moon’s  light would not forgive.  This moon’s light pursued my neck until the gaslights of the boulevards became more considerate than the eyes of youth.

On, I kept saying, on.



Nov 292014

the glow.  fierce.  the tired eyes marching forward, the sky laughing back with glee.  only the fortunate ones.  only the fortunate ones.

Jun 292014

the dialect transformed, like a rainbow in the sun, making the potions grow stronger than the forest winds can understand.  i only seek the truth he said, his head bowed down with mourning.  she awoke and looked at him saying more than she could remember, she was only a girl, not yet ready to speak the volumes of guilt that portrayed her hair in such a negative shade.


May 272014

Like air in the world like mace in the eyes I wish to speak to Bartholomew and run right for the train.  I kiss all the dogs and wish that I wish not in vain. 

Nov 132013

you get the mirror and the door.  I get the post office and the set get the mirror and the door i get all the way off the floor.  You get the mirror and the door.