“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. Shut In The axis of heaven span light years From vertex to vertex A thousand cubits between light and darkness Like a newborn emerging from the mouth of titanic Saturn -In this place, thought is object Object is only a dream We gathered around the court
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Reasons to Forget A snapshot taken without express permission with Hints of autumn weather I saw it deplete you in the worst way Dragging downward toward the recycle bin But I’ve known how to climb back out Ad nauseam Like a dream that can’t stop being
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. A Command Wash me clean with recollections of A time long past, when things And thoughts were simpler Active but quiet, a fermentation point for vibrating particles Of sand, not yet glass Your waves crashing into my sternum like morning light breaking Juliet’s window A curse,
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A poem inspired by The Prince of Night Winds. The Crown Weighs Heavy Speak your truth to me, sovereign one Born king and keeper of the cradle It rocks on top of a tree, which is madness Because who in their right mind would put a baby in a tree? I would. And I would
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Tree Song I’m dying to arrive In the place I’ve been promised An abstraction of the necessary needs of the flower Minus the sunlight, but rich with fresh water I can generate my own sugar like a Real survivor Just the way you left me Roots
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. He Prunes Every Branch That Bears Fruit We never stop growing Or dying As the train comes in to the station of cyclical undoing Redoing I want to lay down roots Wrap and entangle you in a kingdom of green fiber Phylum, genus, species Forever a
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Unknowable I’m expected to step to the order you’ve established Cross no line, keep the pace Of a pacemaker, lovingly crafted with no foreknowledge Of the coming disaster It could come at any time, like a phone call in the dead of night, ringing my eyes
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Self Made Can I contribute, a single line To the law you have already carved into your heart With blood and tears, as sharpened stone scraped dark red lines in The delicate tissue, the rhythm beating like a war drum And there was something new in
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. The Art Transubstantiation in the blood transfusion You are an artist, and all you’re paints turn to blood Turn to wine The holiest of holies A quaking cavern rumbling with lion’s roars But His voice is small and quiet Creation comes through the benefit of the
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