Author Paul! Lang

“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!

  • 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. 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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  • 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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