“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. 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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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Plastic Cup I’m on the verge of a New cosmos By the principle of trickle-down economics I’ve gathered memories, objects ridden with Nostalgia and dark matter In a plastic cup All the things you chose to forget Fermented and left to Revive
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. My Desert A studied hand, breaks the corner of the stormfront Measured- and- my heart beats with the breath of the wind – Can you hold destiny in your pocket? Devise a central theme for the whole of the nation? Fuse your fingers to the trigger?…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Daydream There is a place behind the eyes Which fills all empty spaces With transgressions, animal input Plagued social ills A tablet of translation for things that might be and might be again There’s a heart that seeks to believe that the tall grass is full…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Things Come to Pass I suppose I deserve some contraction Meddling with old metals, locks and lockets Smearing my liquid thoughts like paint across your dashboard Sunlight to sun-dip (But it rises again so quickly, and the dark barely has time) To win you over to…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Postmodern Obtain the product of your waiting Fruit of the vine Kindling in the hands of nonbelievers Who could not foresee, for, if they foresaw, they would turned and be healed But history abhors a heel turn Even though it delights the audience So we rained…
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