“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. Baby Bird I’ve waited a lifetime to be born As I stand here, knee deep in viscera A primordial soup of hope and dreams The planet around me is like a the sweet flesh of an apple But I see bruises My spatial shell corroding slowly
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A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. This poem is a sequel to Brush I. Brush II (Turning Faster) -The wind can whisper, but it can also scream Cry, bellow, shriek and boom and The wind can cool and freeze and break and shatter but Whatever I say, you can’t tell where I
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A verse inscribed in fire and light. Knight of Pentacles He is solid matter, and by defying he obeys A solid A steel A drop of water hanging from a faucet, never falling He sits on a bamboo mat, his legs comfortably crossed Woven together. Breathing in and out. And as he sits on the
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A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth Hell is Money River styx A distraction from the flow of responsibility which Beats against my shattered shores I consider the time I have left The twitching of my fingers and the drum that commands the rhythm of my blood But the damned are all alive
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A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Grief Prolong my vampiric edge My lifespan, wide as a pin, as long as a road whose end is Smothered in mist -Regard the little people as you would Ghouls and cattle All with varying purposes and different odors Match majesty with majesty Look me in
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A verse inscribed in fire and light. Between Blue words, whales of thunder, cracks of lightning, daily doses. Drama queens, pregnant moment, edge of glory, taskmaster If there’s a place to lay a head, and foxes have holes I’d like to lay my tricks out on one magic
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A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Twisted Witch Qualified With estrogen and lollipops The wires are crossed The sea of red, bridged by lethal injection My fingers are all knives Heart of avarice, consume you The matron of Snape’s potion class -We were standing in our shadows long before you woke up
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A verse inscribed in fire and light. Water Logged Captain’s Log Water Logged Captain’s Log Theoretically, these words should all work to my advantage, reproving, complimenting, everlastingHave the continents drifted further apart to make way for Atlantis of old? Sinking suicidal clump ofArchaeological junk, never found and never meaning a thing? The meanest means could
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A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth Nightmare Song Alas, twice cut The blade of moral extinction A razor of infinite possibility I crane my neck around your shoulder to see the results of the test -You pat my head and tell me it’s okay -My grip tightens, filling white veins with purple
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A verse inscribed in fire and light. The Situation in an Eggshell Gratitude would be a good start, a running jump and a fall Did it break like an egg when it hit the ground? Squirting gray matter that didn’t matter and a yoke with no nutrients? Far from exceeding expectation, I followed a phantom
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