“Love, as I watch you sleep, knowing the iron in the blood that keeps you alive was born from a hard star-death somewhere in the past that is also the future, and what I mean to say is that I am so lucky to be living with you in this brief moment of light before everything goes dark.”— Dean Rader, narrativemagazine.comTagged: Poetry, poem, Darkness, Time, On Time
“Love, which we are traveling through at such an astonishing speed, entire galaxies racing past, universes, it is as if we are watching time itself drift into the cosmos, like a spinning wall of images already gone.”— Dean Rader, narrativemagazine.comTagged: Poetry, poem, Darkness, Time, On Time
“But even in the dark, time would go on, bold in its black cloak, no shade, no shadow, only the onward motion of movement, which is what time, if it exists at all, really is”— Dean Rader, narrativemagazine.comTagged: Poetry, poem, Darkness, Time, On Time