Works by Ben Balazs

He sat himself comfortably in the cushioning of a red lounge chair. After relaxing his shoulders, he placed a small ceramic plate in front of him, atop a foot stool. Glowing keenly in the light was a small purple berry. He stared at it intently. Obviously, he craved whatever lie on that small dish, and it was only a matter of time before he gobbled it up. Yet, he continued to glare at it. His focus was interrupted by the cackling of burnt wood in the hearth beside him. The flames seemed to cast a rather large shadow behind the fruit. The man slowly raised the object with his thumb and pointer finger. His pupils shrunk to the size of small beads as they centered in on the minuscule treat. He drew the berry close to his nose and gave it a few calculated sniffs, similar to that of a dog. It didn't seem to smell like anything. This perplexed the man. His hands grew tired of holding the fruit up, as they were ragged and veiny, so he placed it back onto the ceramic surface. For a momen...

Who glows so keenly in the night? Who winks and giggles as they follows me into my dreams? Who breathes their cool breathe upon my neck as I drift off into my fantasies? Who kindly carries the weight of my day upon their bosom? None other than the blue moon could cause such wonder. The blue moon and her blue locks of hair that glitter across the sky. The blue moon and her blue eyes that seem to mesmerize me in their wake. The blue moon that sings to me when I am deep in the pit of gloom. Oh how wondrous she is indeed! I can imagine myself on her cratered throne, drifting along the endlessly lit road of the sky. She would kiss me and soothe me with words she never said. The thought of her refreshing presence, brimming from the edge of the horizon, brings an immediate smile to my face! Perhaps one day, when my eyes can no longer see hers, when my ears cannot capture her precious voice, when I can no longer feel her brushing along my cheek... Perhaps then I may join my belo...