Where are all the lizards, the spiny and zebra-tails, now that it’s winter— they must be wriggled under rocks. Look how vast the plain is! There’s dust in the ecumenical light slanting down from the clouds into the Avra Valley. Their tiny hearts still must beat, but softly.
Gordon Moyer is a painter, poet, and aphorist from Baltimore, Maryland. He has published work in Snakeskin, The Baltimore Review, The Adirondack Review, Babel, Xanadu, and many other literary journals. Some of his scientific and mathematical articles have appeared in Sky and Telescope, Scientific American, and Quantum Magazine. His latest aphorism is this: “Only when the ocean-liner of life grinds against the iceberg of the mind do we glimpse at all the grave volume of the subconscious.” His artwork was featured in Tin Lustre Mobile.