“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. 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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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Infested by Royalty Die inside the room where you lived Live inside the room where you died My ghost peeps in through the window, pail faced and gasping This is the chamber of the kill A treasure room of carnage and altered forms Forgotten beasts, lost…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Sagacity I walk in ecstasy, A slender performer on the surface of the morning mist Keep the rhythm high in your own heart Keep the motion consistent, for the Only law is the law of the jungle The only metronome is the body And if that…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Faust Remembers Electrocute, the fibers that manipulate the neurons Limbs, stapled together like the flesh of Victor’s patchwork demon I wish blasphemies like this could be infinite like The heads of the hydra, always splitting off into new wrongs And worse choices, between somber eucharist of…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Foolish Gold Wash your hands before you touch The heart of the problem, The wound issues, puss, water, blood and mineral All coagulating around a stone spear point – “It was not you who scraped the bones, who taught the body How to suffer pain silently,…
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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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