“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. Aphelion Widen the circle The range of influence, cellular signal Fire, water, earth, wind And the invisible presence A light in a darkness A glass of hot liquid that smells like cinnamon Even roaches die of old age But never the man with the bag So…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Isolation The big picture has no character A floral pastiche of Places without people, objective facts Liberated accents of muted color, range and flow But look upon the hand that paints it and you’ll see Deep scars Sorrowfully twisted fingers, bled to dryness like winter birches …
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Partners in Mystery I partake in the harvest. Reaping my reward A place among the stars A seat with the karmic masters Called to drag rugged scoundrels to account for their Soft offenses, cushioned by darkness and shielded by mystery -There is a hand to hold,…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Winter Secret The severed fingers point upward, toward the sky Clock hands, keeping time and watching the seasons No one knows the day or the hour But I’m bound by a wreath of timelessness Holiday wrapped, kept at bay And I want to sing, like the…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Dracula’s Line You lower the gates: Your legs crossed like the stars that spell your name In your keep on top of the mountains you welcome me Like an alien fleeing political purge There is a long table in your dining room with space for both…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Azathoth Blind Black stars falling I could see you through the veil of immortality But what reflection would I see in that endless sea? Vacuous space, forever depth No knowledge the brain commands could clarify The steps taken by a Messiah, even the smallest messiah But…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Bow Before Him Bring me back I’ve been to places, seen things Kingdoms in dust and disrepair A white stag, nibbling on grave flowers Cair-Paravel, Nation without end, empty and desolate, and I wonder What lions do when they lose their pride It is essential to…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Jester Your translucent skin reveals the ley lines Of your bodily flow and They move when you take your steps across the threshold There was rain this morning, but it evaporated in the brisk sunlight Of early night Across from me, three pigeons peck at the…
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