Author Archives: chester maynes

They sabotage the sun in the early morning, hide themselves in the dark of the asylum where all the codes and secrets are deliberated.   2018 Advertisements

Fluorescent, long LEDs, up and lighting us, while everyone on each dashboard are busybodies, all stuck on quiet streams but they hear the answers in their own heads.   2018

Sigh, I breathe in, the drumming of my heart, the beats are the early devils, prancing in the woods and fire, the hour divides the lamentation and cheer. Sleep, the dreams are corrupted. The eyes open in the new day. … Continue reading →

I toss and turn, my bedsheet is crumpled. The habit of no sleep is like a mainstream song, with repeated lines in the chorus, on and on and on.   2018

Waltzing by the shore, memories unfold. I come back at the dock where I met you. The tides and the painful sunset retold all what we gathered, all the hurt we knew. Our old ghosts loved tremendously, too loud. A … Continue reading →

The cover of my youth fades, turning into a blank canvas, a nothingness that began with shades and hues of red, yellow or blue, and some intersected lines and shapes. But every season when the trees change its colors, and … Continue reading →

Sleep, town, sleep on a tangerine, vintage bed. Fly away from the dirty internet and chronic radio. To thousand books, where eyes are hypnotized by pages upon pages of fantasies, of dystopian, of contemporary narrations. And sleep is no more … Continue reading →