Max McKali

“An Impending Fate” In three hundred years When trivial seem these fears Of global warming And a church reforming. When democracy falls And fire lines the halls. When the Monarch ...

The wind in the leaves whispers silently A tale of the times long ago When the trees and the rivers danced merrily In the fields and the valleys below. When ...

“Babel” I fly above the men below Who’s backs all bend with years of woe. I warn them they should build no more, I cry for them while high I ...

one of my few attempts of free verse “Slipping” All feeling leaves my body I’m falling Falling through the sky Falling through the day. My world dissolves I’m alone. There ...

so, i can see why this would look like fantasy, but it's not really, at least, i don't think it's going to be- i have yet to find out myself. ...

grey/gray? who knows... I slip in and out Over and back. It’s so easy to slide, So easy to jump between. I move back and forth. I climb over the ...