An onyx rock turningthe silver-brown watersand the mud handgrasping my leg, softlya child-land. My blood red topshivers, I am all wrongfor this and my shoesslide and stick,perhaps I am appropriate. A peach sky openingclimbs and explodes intopink bridesmaids carryinglittle light bearers,stars of evening. No smooth, reflective, surfacetells me I am pretty.perhaps, its better notto ask, … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: My Wedding

The night ride worries me, in the winternight no snow gathers, threatening masquesare a summary of retrospective allegory.Leaving when I was pressed close to adanger I knew not of, it was often thestandardized lecture, when dusk fell, it wasthen that I felt the grief of departure, forholding on to all you have, this is the … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Mental Journey

When unconditional excesses vanish,it leaves a frayed fringe unfinished,a blank sentiment, faith, no soul couldget near to it, traces of mortalityeverywhere, unbinding itself fromthe past, the fabric of existence, insucceeding meters, telling the storyanew without passion or crime,dying for the clairvoyance of themystic sellers even while continuouslyenvisioning your life as a worthlessrepealing of all intentions. … Continue reading August Feature ~ Cassandra Kulay: Meaning

If the world rests on a butterfly's wingsand there is some way to arrange thekaleidoscope of being, there may be a wayto interpret the chaos, even a god to ruleus, just as scientific discoveries battledisease and examine the method to themadness, even of allowing the soul to heal.What if junk DNA gave us super-powers,a puzzle … Continue reading Tactical Data: Cassandra Kulay

The unblinking eye of truthfollows me as it follows you.You are trying to avoid detection,I am sheltered by your protection.We can’t be shielded by our affection,forever lost in our soulful connection.This world is harsh, there is no doubt,if you need help, people pretend notto know what you’re talking about.Capitalism is supposed to trickle downbut the … Continue reading True Lovers: Cassandra Kulay

There is creativity in everything you see,someone made it, sometimes loved it,brought an idea to fruition with devotion.Creativity urges us to grow, even when itseems there is no way, expressing ourthoughts and feelings gives us a repertoireof reaching, like a plant in soil, a treeexpanding its branches toward the sky,we define ourselves and yearn forconclusions, … Continue reading Creativity: Cassandra Kulay

Quilts of clothes, balloons in the sky, so many ways to remember those who have died and left our sorrows to multiply. I talk to you and wonder where you are, do you glow like a shining star, a wise mystic whom nothing caustic can touch? Are you near or far, or both, a thin … Continue reading Recollection: Cassandra Kulay

My soldier is at a crossroads so intense and so alone, planning a path over foreign soil. My soldier wears a uniform, self-styled, he is a soldier of fortune. His nature is not violent but gentle, he struggles so, in an internal battle N\no one knows how it is with him. His eyes see lands … Continue reading My Soldier: Cassandra Kulay