“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. Bleached Bones Agoraphobia Keep a calm mind Even when the walls of your house begin to melt into spiders I’m feeling your acid rain, on my bare skin Bleaching the nerves white, blank, ghostly Till the sins of childhood are wrung out like a bloody rag…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Kingdom Beg me to say the words you want to hear All my avenues of security are crowded halls, filled with Monsters Do they really have to become real or die when the light touches them? North star, you are my guide through these wild waves,…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Whistle Blower Keep a close watch on The TV monitor, resplendent with static snow flakes as It’s images keep me alive, willing To which end? I don’t know when lies become truth and I’ve never seen the end of the series, but it’s a molotov cocktail…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. The Eyes Watch the Body Autumn is a luxury A gift to those born in the spring When rains are heavy, cold and merciless Branches are greener for me, always greener Like a secret tucked away or an Insect, imprisoned in a paradise of amber See…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Darkness Astronaut The dark of the extra-terrestrial oil spill hypnotized you Like the glistening black of the cobra king Don’t look him in the eyes unless you have the intrinsic power to overcome The thanatos drive No one asked you to be Beyond good and evil…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Aristocracy of Animalia Crowned with mercy and Staind with crown royal You came home to a place that was not A kingdom – Animals fit into a certain hierarchy They hiss and growl, touch and paw and feel And they make more animals, unless you “fix”…
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Prose from the journal of The Guardian Fog. Perish the thought of future glories, dreams of self denial. The streets are empty at this time of night, so what’s the purpose of interpersonal reflection, though I am—reflected in four separate puddles of fresh water. Jackson is a ghost town, a fake city built to defy…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Promised Land Psalm Dashing hopes Rain on the pelts Prayers unanswered but slyly rendered Whispered like secrets in desperate ears For it is dry in this desert A sham of a promised land And Elohim can’t keep track of my demands My soul is my hostage,…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Yuki-Onna Your words will never sway me And nothing can make me stay Execution of the will Isolation of the mind His eyes, tearful, silent beneath you in the night Not a word, not a breathe Never hope or dream without my allowance She’s everything beautiful,…
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A [poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Arms and Fingers Sorrowfully incarnated, I stumble Into the wall of the well, off the edge And there’s a hand There’s an arm Keeping the silly sounds buzzing, my swarm My swarm journal Amatuer authors, gamers and pirates Transition to green screen and it unveils The…
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