I’m hoping to finish a phoenix short story for the anthology project I’m a part of. We’ll see how it goes, but in the mean time, here’s a poem about one.


For five hundred years,

I have flown only

in sunlight: unseen,



Tonight I will soar

through the pitch-black sky,

caring not who sees

my Fiery Plumes.


Before they react

I will have vanished



After years camouflaged,

showing my true colors

is so Liberating.


The brisk night air pierces

my flame-consumed body.


I am Free.

Posted on January 22, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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