“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. Into Nothing There is an inequality in the stars That some would burn bright and others burst into Super novas Upon the expanse I’m waiting For you With fingers tapping to the rhythm of the universe And the planets are in love with black holes Vacant
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Nightshade I’m wavering As the cool night air spreads from my fingertips Goodnight sounds like good-riddance As my body is riddled with strange waves of paralysis The dark is so still that it makes sounds Like harsh knocking on the front door (Did I lock it?)
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Shadow Kid Blink and you’ll miss me An afterimage on a polaroid camera You see the fearful wince between a smile and a smirk Optical illusion between two equidistant lines It cuts a figure in the green negative space where you looked Too close to the
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. After Dark What is the breaking point of a soul Roiling in steams and oils A vat of sanguine acid running down your chin Restless night amidst the shadows of wailing trees A territory of shrieking memories That refuse to be forgotten I was wrong to
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. The Ocean’s Rhythm I claimed the sand that I could hold between my fingers And nothing else On this shore I have left my wreck A casualty of causality No way to control But your eyes looked over the endless sea and craved a nightmare Just
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Alice of Ends The answer is in the question And yet, you go on Searching every toadstool for a magic serum of personal growth When did we get lost in this Wonderland Were we beguiled by cheshire smiles, Walmart hats and March Hairs To keep in
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Three Things That Are Beyond Understanding The wheel turns once A bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go The wheel turns a second time Water splashing across the mill, carrying particles of the disease The wheel turns thrice and we are Rolling toward certain doom
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Blameless Effigy I came to be A presence defined by that which was absent Coagulated blood in a drying nervous system To keep the brain impulses from running free and rising Beyond station As I cross the threshold you see A mirrored image of her Smiling
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Chiron Alarm I can see over a thousand miles Entryways to dark beginnings A picture of a Subway tunnel And I’m the only one waiting for the train I don’t know where it goes When it stops Or what order resides beyond the boundaries of sleep
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Good Health Keep a quiet voice Lest they hear what they are not meant to hear The roots of dissonance are threaded through my veins And not every red cell is on My side –Charge me with the care of this flock A self destructive swarm
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