Merak Magazine

A Trip Down Nostalgia

Come on and take my hand, Let’s take a trip to memory land, When although life was not so grand, It was never sad or ever bland. When our smiles were big, When our smiles were warm, When we didn’t…

No Strings Attached

Our little wooden cottage was set up on the coast of the Summer Vacay, not very far from the sea. A walk with grandpa, enjoying the tranquility and warmth of the evening in silence forced a lot of questions in…

Nostalgia

He stares at me strangely This son of my mine He catches me smiling When there’s no reason or pantomime I’ve wondered down memory lane And can’t keep that smile away. Oh my golden youth! If only I could turn…

American Mistress

  It was odd what had come over Jake’s parents. Usually they argued. Sometimes violently. But this morning it seemed they had found some sort of common ground. His father sat at the kitchen table at his typewriter as his…

The Pure Savage

On lofty land The pure savage bird Builds its eyries With plenty of benign Dark from the human race The majestic Eagle, Flaps its mighty wings with elegance. Screeching across regions with victory and pride. To meet opportunities to strike…

Missing Feeding of the Birds

Keeping my daily journal diary short  these sweet bird sounds lost-  reviews January through March.  Joy a dig deep snow on top of my sorrows.  Skinny naked bones sparrows these doves  beneath my balcony window,  lie lifeless without tweet  no…

Over the hills, Along the shore.

Virescent lines drawing curves of hills I worship every time I recall her figure, Douglas firs aligned Rivet memories from our first kiss How dry cracks on her lips Touched mine, As we spooned. Hot wind mixed with salt The…

Careless

For years, we smelled smoke. The facade was on fire, still measurements went un-taken. Flames carelessly set by those who ignited lives as if humans were candles. The bent spoons and broken bowls courted cracked cups? Many lessons floated yet…

I Will Stop Loving You

  When the sun doesn’t shine And dreams are no longer mine When hopes run out And volcanoes no longer shout When all the oceans become dry And you count all the stars in the sky When all the trees’…

Nightscape

  Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars.   Shadows brush across walls as trees trace their branches. Gathering and waving together then swaying apart.   While I sleep, stars…

In This Godforsaken City

The sole meaning of life is to serve humanity. ― Leo Tolstoy      We live here. In this city. A Godforsaken one. We live in wooden houses, brick ones, painted building, muddy cottages. We live in owned mansions—we also…

Winter Warriors

I have examined the night sky. Seen appear the moon, stars, and meteors. During winter’s freeze, Orion, lost in Crete, stands tall, his belt tight, against his waist, hosting the seven sisters , glowing, – Pleiades, bright. And to the…

The Fire

  In the cooling air of the lingering dusk, the flames from the fire-pit clawed higher The steps to the wood-rack, heavy and slow, retrieving more fuel for the pyre Each log, as it’s placed, sends bright sparks in the…

To My Brother In Heaven

Dear Brother, Some may say it is unwise of me to write a letter to you when you are somewhere this letter cannot reach, but there are things I want to tell you, show you and talk to you about.…

Love Song #777

for Maria Your favourite colour is purple and mine is blue and how’s this for romanticism but combined they resemble the shade of a pretty majestic bruise. Before I met you, I’ve seen sunsets merely going through the motions, a…