“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 verse inscribed in fire and light. Go Back To Sleep Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from…
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Devilfish (A Paradigm) I am becoming- A wrist with twisted lines, like the age rings of an ancient tree My demonstration of aptitude A fading sense of failing Black curtain, ink, or the vampire’s cape worn by a giant manta-ray To cloak the ocean and purge…
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A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Mid Summer Hunt Summer means, Light exposure, tanning and sunburns but The nights are still dark and If I cry out loud enough, will it echo off the moon like light and ripple down On all of us who sit sleeping in the dark part of…
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A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Blinking Eye I’m in motion Back arched Constantly swaying with the movement of the wind Pulled into a black hole, as everything dances Toward the center of the drain And I’m a fly with wet wings spiraling When there’s no hand to hold to keep me…
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A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Crystal Ball Keep a silence in your heart As strong and wild rivers flow Like the grace of God Their anthem, a noise Fear, walking beside me, a companion and protector The beginning of knowledge, the origin of trembling -My wreckage rolls, collides, automated like inevitable…
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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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