“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. Wake Betrayed in secrecy Sanctioned by secretions of sleeping poison in my morning coffee I log in to the regular reincarnation cycle Birth, labor, waiting, rest, and sleep But the sleep is only mental The automaton continues to strive Severed from consideration While God in his…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Cabal Swipe right to find out what’s coming in the wings Four wings double-bent, two covering the face Moses had a face that shined like the moon, so he had to hide it And I hide my psychic vibrations, solar waves So you can keep going…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. This Was Home The first syllable rises from my tongue As I twist it in a knot Evoke There are frogs singing in the darkness behind my house and Today of all days, the day of my unmaking You came in to my castle, broke the…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Runes Carved Into Ruins The zodiac craves attention A stumbling lion receives your prayers And I am humbled by the gravity that keeps spirits bound to earth We turned three corners to come up on A roundabout with no exit Lion, lamb, aries, aquarius, scorpio You…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Aspects of the Infinite Harmoniously, we fall into a craze Peacefully we slip into, a crack in the ice, where the coldness and lack of light slow Reptilian heart rates And I loved you, and I became one with you But the eyes always thirsted for…
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Prose from the journal of The Guardian Fog. Oracles Eighteen credits, full time. We went in the same direction, following the arrows on the pavement, to spiritual war, spiritual debt, Faustian bargains and places of divine leadership and some of us prayed for a prophet or a diviner, but after the sun went down we…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Frozen Flowers III I tried everything to fix The tether that connected our worlds but These dreams of winter never began to thaw The sun hides from you, like anyone who has been Invited, engaged, forgotten Lost to your distance I can’t drive all that way…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Frozen Flowers II I came to know A deep sense of longing The sensations of a stray walking the cold sidewalk Hunting for food But there was never any lack of resource No locked up larter Simply a mind that could not fathom Generosity of being…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Frozen Flowers Cold comfort between friends Lemon Wedges in each drink I pantomime a story of distress, a secret set of bones buried in a cave But you can’t find it in yourself, or in the tundra around you I poke around, trying to stimulate the…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Mourning Dove I waited The entire span of A serpent’s coils, for The fruit to become ripe The tantalizing allure of knowledge prodded me on like Jabs in my back A desire to understand and be unmade But I passed the fruit on to you And…
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