“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. Moss and Stone Hold me close and don’t let Go The race rages on, nightmare steeds Trailing dark flames whispers hissing into the pool of thought Dream, corruptible, stews like witches brew If you nourish the wrong parts the form will grow Distorted, ogreish, rough and
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Fear of Gods There is only Darkness, where I am In a coffin I rest and I Wait For the flow of time to clot and curdle like Agony in the face of those who seek progress, redemption Blessed forgetfulness but I am a ballerina walking
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Amie There is no song to sing that hasn’t already been Put into musical notation And there are no lyrics I can speak that will heal all of your wounds I was born from a cursed batch of eggs, vagabonds all With no remorse to chain
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Keeper I am the keeper of minutes in- An alliance of bones. Forger of fate A stage to perform a great dance We are backstage, pulling the strings But this is all there is A performance of pantomime in an arena of silence, trying to pass
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Longshot Absent minded Skull, vacated, leaving the head a statue with wandering eyes The planet is green, whether you think about it or not But there is satisfaction in standing in place, to Remember, contact, connect dissonant ages and pieces My understanding of you didn’t create
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Displaced You can see me in the snowfall As a silhouette between descending diamonds Groundswell, black ice And I am in the slush also There are many roads that go from point A to point Z But I have taken the path of Vapor Transmigration Can
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Ghostly Tremors After that accident, we made a promise: It is not for the dead to bury the living. But we are a catalyst Just as any ghost story told to a child A warning to the living There are some dreams better off Forgotten And
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Last Summer Pillars of fire On the surface of a frozen lake You can see me dancing between them A herald of noise, wonder, concentration, ellipses Ever-after I am Beginning into eternity A ray and not a line segment See the lines that concern has written
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Time of Death There are many ways to wait out The passing of a day – I could, sit with my eyes closed, breathing minimally and limiting the rhythms of my heart – I could, be a chain reaction , bursting from circuit to circuit like
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