Judah Mahay, Author
  • Poems,  Works

    Waiting for the End

    And here I stand Open Hand The heavens bleed on my palm I wait The burn I sweat Life verified by this heat My mind seared with opiate memories I pace Embittered, waiting for death Stalling till my last breath Epicurean termination, my fingertips tingle The void nears I halt Place my hat on the wicker chair Do you have…

  • Short Stories,  Works

    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…

  • Featured,  Poems,  Works

    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…