“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. 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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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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