“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. Vessels of Wrath “I am” Such a phrase to inspire A line of products And advertisements upon a podium The fickle moon waxes and wanes Hands clasped like we’re part of the same machine Animatronic diaphragms wavering and pumping out new followers but No leaders It’s…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Angel I am a husk of the former slave A contingent emissary, checking in from the dark With blanket stares Enough eyes to coat the starry sky With lessons, condescension And so is the face of the angel Ingrained in stone Hand to the plow Bullet…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Uninvited Gods I can make up my mind To leave a portion of everything to you Dragged through the dust, into the dragon’s den With treasures vile and vulgar I want to violate, tantalize, the guards at the gate so that Everything gets in If you…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. The Courtroom Bring me the concept of being, written in the most simplistic legal terms And I will cross out some lines, make some notes And tell you that sentience is an illusion of the market A class construction to disavow, viruses, paramecium, ghouls goblins and…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Crime Drama I made a career out of Gathering dragon bones Sorting through iron dust and black ashes to find Reusable material That I can tape together, bind to my limbs and pretend to be something More mythical than I am There will be a time…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. It’s Not Complicated I pick up the phone and hear Something divine, a schedule to wash away The rhythmic ambiance of an abandoned future And so it always is with tidal waves The ocean bidding us goodbye as it pulls its curses back into itself But…
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A Violent History –Trog I My story isn’t happy. I’ve also never told my story like a story. I don’t write things down. I’m doing this at the request of a friend. He says he won’t turn it over to any authorities that might throw me in a dungeon or have my head. Not that…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Twitter We flock to you, Songless singers of Quiet thought Sublimated simulations of approximate humanity Who could be considered childish -While cowardly commandos rally chicks to war -While so called heroes crush the fingers of timid mountain climbers -While sudden-death rumors reign across the black pavement…
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Chapter 4 And behold, Bal’zomest, the Great Dragon, granted the child’s mothers a glorious gift. Each of the women had a vision, revealing unto them all the wondrous things that the boy was destined to do. However, the mothers were afraid, and prayed and beseeched the dragon, “Please, the things we’ve seen are too great…
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