“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. 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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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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