“The beast of the gulch is on the move. It hunts without reason. It kills without eating. Its prey is the sound of a beating heart. Within the shallows of the gulch dwells death.”
Book 9 of The Kingdom’s Disdain is available now!
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Special Effects Chest pain Is a constant A wall between myself and the body There is a chronology that I am separated from as I hover Above the flesh, noncommittal Like a prince who can’t make up his mind You’re falling into the water You’re stumbling
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Last year I wrote a holiday story set in the world of The Kingdom’s Disdain. I haven’t written a new holiday story yet, so here is a link!
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Change My Skin I came to a realization At the peak of one lunar mountain The things that changed me were also changed. Coins in my pocket, jingling with oils and skin cells Passed between traders and betrayers alike Silver in the shaft like Judas hunting werewolves
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Mermaid Blues It’s just me aboard this canoe Naked bleached under the sun On a seaward journey without drinking water But if there was a way to filter all the salt of these wounds From that crystal spring that spews from the godly abyss I would
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. All There Is Bring me another vision Something translucent to place like a filter over my eyes While I watch TV Looped animation, your days and hours like a pixelated GIF French fries dipped in wine Until you tell me the world is what we make
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Waters of Lethe I start with a low sound Violin strings, sing unto me We have no use for the liar and his deceptions But you told me “I am the seed of the pomegranate. The beginning of A taste that lasts forever.” So call this
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Weird Sister You can’t take my eyes from me Across the lines Blurring together into fathomless fog I want to guide myself by sense of touch By taste of tongue By ripples of motion in the bleakness There comes a time when all must trade their
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. We Are All Plagued I woke up standing up Bolt upright like I was the target of the lightning Hail falling down across my shoulders Your snowy mane rife with disease And you coughed in my direction Alluding to the second coming Forget me not Petals
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Edge of Dream It’s genetic They say The trials of birth leave a mark on The mind of a child Of ghostly origin tell me nothing Of spirit imbued, leave it in the apocrypha And if I’m too hasty to label myself existent Tell the judges
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Stethoscope Reflect all the Light that was taken away And be a beacon for the sick The blind, the def, lepers and Those with chronically weak hearts We had a boat that traveled by the ruddy glow of the blood stream Tossed by the reckless whims
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Artifice A lie A clever distraction Braced end to end in iron bars What am I But a carbon copy Of every breath you take A sad memory on the sweet breeze When you close your eyes to shut off the electrical circuits in your head
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