Poetry

Stir-Fried Words Words can give power to the voiceless, provide food for thought morsels sometimes laced with arsenic or tempered with mercy, a resounding heartbeat, elegance in motion, white noise for the hushed silence, a ballet of crimson and evergreen trapped in a bombardment of collages, squawking like geese wearing the wings of dragons and whippoorwills, the sharpened edge of knives and swords, words can ripple and be ripe for the picking, tart as lemons sweet as honey bitter as vinegar, veiled like smoky shadows of stars stalked by moonlight. Words can build tabernacles and bridges or instantaneously shatter stained glass. They can be erased redacted removed, but even uncooked words still remain indelibly inked, like the recurrence of the night.