Author: Andy Adkins

“Bird Songs”

Stradivarius winds flower unheard By fooled and broken minds Their victimizers exploited roamed detachments Stolen from underneath filth Doodled as lines trampling Science furnished truth As language conniptions. Many doves swaddle dreams in these trees While quiet lasts. Sprouts are not programmed To decay reserved life springs As disadventure or scoff With mortifying ridicule In […]

The Ramblers (draft/process/progress)

Mid-summer bathed the sprawling military compound outside Rome with mature temperatures as its rays filtered through a haze of dust that seemed to settle into every crevice of the temporary structures. Inside the sweltering administrative building, oscillating fans circled overhead, stirring papers on metal desks. The technical sergeant’s uniform hung loose to breathe with them as he stood at attention and complained with accumulating frustration to the captain of the maintenance company, “The War Department is sending home fathers and replacing them with fresh faced enlistees.” He extended a weathered hand towards the open window behind them where the maintenance yard was seen stretched in its orderly rows with corrugated roofs shimmering in the heat, he continued, “Morale is suffering. Work orders are slow to completion.”

The Captain looked up from a stack of requisition forms, his reading glasses perched focus from the bridge of his nose. Around them the staff section bore the makeshift quality of wartime efficiency with maps tacked to plywood walls, filing cabinets that had seen better days, and a perpetually percolating coffee pot. Removing his glasses and massaging his brows, the captain, by standing emphasized, “We are a linchpin for the 51st Carrier Squadron’s efforts to return men and equipment to peacetime through the Ciampino Airport.” His normally emotionless

Dark Seam: A Game of Quantum Topology

“Alpha, adjust your gravitational projection three degrees toward the dark matter density spike,” Commander Rawls’s voice crackled over comms from Epsilon, the command deck. “We’ve detected fluctuation strains along the twist.” Astronaut Andy Adkins, positioned at the control node of the four-KBO Möbius configuration, sighed and adjusted his magnetic interface gloves. The particle accelerator injected […]

Wiser Climbs

Unbuttoned light gently shimmers acrossProvocatively perched to reveal partsFixed upon dawns grown from fearless heartsTouring travails exhaled by clenched censure.Writing as trialed torments of hostage,Tragedy kept close to dissuade othersBy quickly laming heedless adventure.Without pauses or questions of knowledge, Kettled enchantments spout promise through coversPressed open and mixed for tomorrows’ cause.

A Feted Mouth

In hope sputtered moribund controversy,Abandoned homes stood lifelessTo starve pay from forgotten neighborsAnd empty minds with vanished literacyGreedily seized to mock survival.Bunched limbs shouted over long tracked arrivalUnprepared & unrecruited but settled in purposeWith sweat & will for freedoms laborsStretched too far along to contest vacancyPosted as allure to settle gentry.

Cultivation

Days passed as centuries beneath forgotten stonesWhere pill bugs burrowed fertility into clayAs epixylic flies, springtails , & woodlicePursued unabated fungivorous delightFrom mineral streaming watermarks tracedBy decay destined shoots & sprigs awaiting feeted midgutsYet to ensnare centipede eyes or spider chelicerae.Hushed chittering belied the quiet harmonyIn which colonies collect & fulfill an unpromised tomorrow.

Loud Whispers

There is music in your eyes,When saccades dart away & nighTo focus rhythmic minds with timeThen play dreams with lullabies.Watching blinks is listening to winksWith drawn out wonders singing complyBleating hearts to patterned erosI am counted amongst the mirroring chorus.Well lit by resilience,But battered, chipped, & muddy.Your silence tones kindled brillianceIn tuned glances to renew […]

Swept On

Presence doesn’t blind, but personas drown me. Your memories stitched dreams played only onceBy threadbare consumed survival questions. Quiet approaches write mirror context With entrained recall of youth built promise Seen as fancy but clear as remedy For daylight fashioned stood even eyesAssembling calm sharpened agency.

As Is

Time wantonly castigates perfection In saddeningly cold reflection;Change is incomprehensive to illusion.Growth outpourings devil diminutionStood frank & awful across tabled eyesWet from agency repressed by surprise.Life binds fancies of everyday madnessAs if bored by knowing what escape is.When stung, defensive minds enact crueltywhile persuaded hope envisions duty.

Incandescence

As if trained telementationally. Impeccable and broken similesMismatch performed duties like destinies;Molting ached disasters from hidden primeMottles rare reflections measured by time.For identities promised in mirrorHappiness enjoins its brightness nearer Than floor struck pitfalls ended commonly.