Category: Fiction

What makes you tick

The burgeoning ethos of drifting fairies
In limited bodies; a spark that carries
The satisfied ways of disturbing genome –
Are these the things that resemble Home?

Amidst the glorious, chanting stream
In search of anything, my void is supreme,
I’m patching footprints over the wasteland,
The world stops nowhere, just as I planned.

What makes you tick and why is it dazzling?
Why is your heart still ancient and puzzling?
Faith is my opulence and I am squandering,
There’s magic everywhere, but it is tottering.

As I turn my head in every direction,
My peculiar heart utters affection.
We sit together
And we know why we live
All alone.

©2016 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Victoria Reynolds –

Throwing confetti: we’re blessed

everything is at ease…

Mother and child
have promised to become estranged,
the weaned affection is similar,
yet the charts are fermented and changed.

They shall not grieve, but celebrate
any brief sorrow
on the way –
That’s the proper guide!
Under the heart, they are intimately
side by side.

Devotedness is to fulfill
an eternal assignment:
Mother suggested to
Take a leap of faith and witness interiority –
it’s vibrant!

…in the fullness of time

©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Erwin Olaf –

Good chores

Wherever you (think you) are going: be bold, child.
Good Monday – good choice – good morning.

Down the rabbit hole: to actively wait for Godot,
to imagine Sisyphus happy,
to taste a fresh madeleine and… choke!
This is how they changed their minds.
Good Tuesday – good tune – good morning.

A sip of tea/ almond milk/ chlorophyll/ light…
to match the reactions and Light of a boy/ lady.
A sip of wonder – to share and combine.
Good Wednesday – good stream – good morning.

This perishable bliss!
This insatiable rapture
keeps stirring the primordial soup.
(Cutting edge entertainment reviews:
such an apparent (out of the) ordinary!)
The observer is satisfied.
Good Thursday – good split (of the universe) – good morning.

No one is supposed
to promise you anything.
You’ve got all the goodies. Savor them.
Good Friday – good taste – good morning.

How to release endorphins:
go on.
Good Saturday – good absence – good morning.

Family time:
everything brilliant – to do,
everyone brilliant – to hug;
all becomes is brilliant.
Good Sunday – good heartbeat – good morning.

©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Mathilde Roussel –

Exit

Outside,
the cosmic birds are deliriously chanting –
the desert is raving, the dreams are expanding.
It’s 876564341 p.m.
and a little trouble occasionally unveils
the changing refinement of the heart,
the weight
of its glorious tales.
We are now midway
and this is the point of no return:
It’s our job to catch fire
And Their anguish to burn.
The rush of getting back keeps us going-
It’s our job to catch fire
for these Hearts to start glowing.
Red-hot charts –
Depicting hearts,
We’re navigating
Home.

©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Gottfried Helnwein –

Step softly

Oh, I’m being swallowed by
a magical burst of
worlds –
fluid load
of swans and pigs and pigs and swans
and Cheshire, celestial, feline peacocks
and lamias and centaurs and banshees and nereids and fauns and harpies
and unicorns
and Doppelgängers
and Everything-Nothing-Wandering-Kind,
(avoirdupois),
on my shoulders.
We carry what’s necessary,
that’s how we carry on.
That will do, thank you!

©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Kenji Shibata –

Or else the anxiety

The Monday benefits of cramming
into another species,
Succession – extension – passage: Breathe,
Our unawareness includes
communities of brains, hearts, skeletons
vs. communities of egos.
Mirror depth Paradiso,
Seethe!
The game goes on:
Tuesday is as fine as it gets.
Tuesday is as refined as regrets.
We nimbly switch places
Sometimes,
And in between the blessings
and the crimes,
We know
The fairies were cutouts… of ourselves.

©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Paco Pomet –