Aaron Echoes August
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Lonely Motel

Doesn’t that look lonely That orange, muddled horizon Two cars at the Americana Motel The yellow brick and brown doors Square, curtained windows A jagged neon sign Black circles and yellow arrows A lonely smear of bruised sky One that makes the heart swell And the soul inflate Broken people crawl inside Weary travelers on… Continue reading
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Southern Naked Dolls (2)

The first part of this story can be found HERE. “Why are you holding a naked clown doll?” the hotel clerk at the front desk asked Bevin Elderberry. He laughed. “I just paid a visit to the antique store and the old guy there gave me this thing.” “Hmm. Slim Jim gave you that creepy… Continue reading
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Thunder Owls

With a book to read and a bite to eat I plagiarize my wounds The stone archway is a shelter from the rain Through Old England searching Voices arguing in the distance Clomping hooves on the bridge overhead Yellow lamps Their light desperately reaching out Through the bursting torrents of water Thunder owls howl through… Continue reading
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Corn Tornado

I decipher the angst of the world, glyphs sketched on the stalks as I make my way through the cornfield. A green maze that smells like earth, looming tall. Revenant soldiers are haunting hallways as I scrawl, crawl through time and space. The world is windowless. The wind lathered by a storm. The sky above… Continue reading
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36 Beautiful Scars

I take a solemn tablet and wash it down with fury That spirited ache of midnight The moon breaking bones out in the hall All the unforgiving and unforgivable things Line up like cracked dolls The shelf leans left The audacious propaganda on red and white A clock still ticks in an attic Time kept… Continue reading
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Reckless, Breathless, Deathless

I see colors Rainbows of bread Rye red Oat alabaster Wheat tangerine Pumpernickel papaya Now I’m walking along the lakeshore My presence sometimes aches My world is blue, but a good blue some days And my world is white, a soft white, like cloth I’m walking outside The Cold Harbor Resort My room is blue… Continue reading
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Naked On a Rock

Golden snow in the breeze Tree trunks sprayed by plowings A road leading to a blank horizon Hills in the distance bathed in sunlight The chattering of birds breaks the silent sound of snow This orange sherbet world A dream, an escape The air is clean, crisp One could crack it like a cracker The… Continue reading



