“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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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Ideation I am the feather on the tail of the arrow Helping it find its way home In the blocked up entryway to your vein Son of earth Daughter of sky The moment of contact is everything And you pray that no one will be there…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Hypothetical Numbers Settle your debts Before they break you Come to terms with your debtors In this life before the next You were like a candle never lit Left out on an open window Suffusing the house with cold wind There’s nothing to see No place…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. A Day in February Another day Another chance for the sun to Kiss you as it passes Off center, tied with a ribbon to the stone that spins under you Because it’s all yours Wondering into forever Fields of green Cats and kittens And you’re always…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Parallax TV Like a tree armed with needles A sinister synergy of malice and growth Affixed to the cable lining the sky You keep the elements running through your ley lines A sovereign distraction from the chorus of demons There is Nowhere but up No chains…
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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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