Judah Mahay, Author
  • In the Future Sense

    You assumed too much. The world would be fine without you. In this, you were dreadfully wrong. The stars did not sing your praise. The Earth did not revel in your glory. The seas did not churn in exaltation. None shall know of you, but all shall owe you. It is of the passing of your days that all shall be made true, and light shall once again shine. So, as they will proclaim, and we must say, “let the…

  • Chasing Snow

    Caught with fingertips Into droplets, These streaking diamonds Recount memories That can never be reclaimed. The banks besmear In dirt and dust, Render to mud What the past Recalls pristine, Maybe even divine, In its blinding sheen. I run from that which Chills with a remembering warmth. Now settling into a world Mired with discomfort But one I sought to claim At this zenith I know I shall prevail. Let this snow part In mystical ways On these slanted hills…

  • Death Wish

    The rush of wind forms into words. “If you could know what it is to die, to experience it, to be one with it, would you?” The shadows draw together into the long strands of nimble shape. Cloaked at once, but then reveals the face. Fine lines betray not an age.