Time Machine Poetry

REDLIFE

Tabletop salt practices. Acting like yourself, “acting”. Containment; coin the words with a grin. Soaked in smoke-lit reversals. Green, Yellow, Red… STOP YOUR BREATH This is official Project Astral poetry -Raphael Baldaya Smoke

Heteronym

➖Heteronym➖ What I am… and what he wants to be Today I feel like yesterday That person felt like yesterday Myself felt like yesterday That heteronym felt like yesterday I feel like today which is yesterday This is official Project… Read More ›

Finding Myself

Basically, I found myself without being myself. Here’s a poetic summary, from a passage of my upcoming novel Red Eyes See Red Stars. I always had a particular reason for my questionable actions. I would imagine twisting in the air,… Read More ›

Shine

Shine Front porch traveler. Back door man. Moonshine still. Still a front porch traveler. Still a back door man. Still moonshine. Albert tobacco smoker. Hickory horned devil. The moon shines still. Still an Albert tobacco smoker. Still a hickory horned… Read More ›

Tea Cups in Outer Space

I found a memory underneath a piece of wallpaper; it peeled into a capability of everlasting motion.
Cornerstone brow, ships clasp, stutters mountain… Lands.
Backdrop, vacant patterns.
No, the substance isn’t in that formation or the fertility of the ghouls.
Tear the cloth — induced love picked a corner to turn into a fairy tale.