[Copic markers and pencil on paper. 9 in by 12 in. Illustrated by Katharen Hedges.]
The clock ticking was like a dogfight –
the rhythm of the repeated sound like the thrum of jets,
so much it might make you uneasy;
to think a pilot might know the bang of his guns better
than you know the tick of your timekeeper.
To think the cadence of a clock
so obvious, so calculated, might be even less so than
the split-second coordination a plane requires to fly.
Like guns in an otherwise empty airway, clicks filled an otherwise empty room
unaware that each one would shoot another second in time
out of the sky.
Ode to the Player
I thought I had seen everything.
The day yawning awake, over Hyrule Castle
Time after time, bearing the responsibility of being the hero;
Once I turned into a dog.
Magic and monsters,
but they have nothing on you.
You, who started seeing spacious drain pipes in a new light
Who by watching a screen awoke a long-dead exploratory spirit, a craving for making messes
You started fencing, you built your world out of mud and sticks
You lost your mother’s favorite sandals in the Lost Woods behind your best friend’s house.
I thought I had seen everything
Friends taken by storms and fire and parallel dimensions
I have cuts that will never go away,
but so do you
Defend your rights, your life
from others and yourself
You won’t respawn when you die
and sometimes you’re glad, when when your heart and spirit are
wilting you pick up that controller
and you defend yourself
From monsters without hit bars or even hit boxes
There are no fairies where you come from
If I could speak
I’d tell you I’m proud of you.