“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. Good Friday Night I don’t sleep anymore There’s a shadow on the face of the clock and its Sliding backwards across the spiral of the glass We never rose But we were buried And how can anyone return to the womb? – – He bled Splintered
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A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. No Gods In my dreams I’m Open I’m like an ashtray, collecting fragments of the things They Burned In the eternal fire For Winter passes Summer rages Spring cries down into the streams And fall Comes when you least expect it Like that unbearable look of
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A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Let There Be- I’ve seen God hover over The surface of the water, but I never saw him walk on it. There was blackness as far As no eye could see, and then Light A stygian and foul-smelling substance recommended in small doses The ebon nothing
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A verse inscribed in fire and light. Keter Sources say there is an invisible source of physical pressure that maintains the tight stability of our earth, I think that might be you. The hand of God is upon me as I weave between traffic Causing me to be tall and not to stumble yet. And
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A short story. Ifrit Her stumbling foot caught the edge of the cliff, dragging each scaly under-digit across an anti-smooth plateau of concrete. She tumbled under, liquid flooding her eyes, which turned red as she shut them, and there were no fish. Missiles fell from the sky, sharply, like eggs of the ocean. She took
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A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Francis Sometimes they want to stick their fingers down your Throat, those cyclopean halls. Cry till they let you kiss The feet of the czars on step ladders, and We aren’t even stars – The fire in us is metaphorical but when My chest heaves and
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A verse inscribed in fire and light Letter Found in a Jacket Pocket Bad things achieve immortality sometimes, curse Your red dust, wholeness permeates you Turn me Away, invitingly, Queen of Ants Because each time we accepted that we knew nothing, we understood everything. – I don’t want your car keys (Can’t drive) I don’t
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A verse inscribed in fire and light Gremory (The Unwise People) Let him who walks in darkness and has no light trust in the name of the Lord and rely on his God. And I could use a hand to hold as I traverse this desert, each grain a lifetime, mine or someone else’s. As
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A verse inscribed in fire and light In The Garden He Gives Me the Silent Treatment Oblatum est tributis serviens. Speramus enim placitum est in oculis vestris. I’ve seen into the eye sockets and spirits of a few good men, and I’ve Seen them all ascend to salvation, but I don’t know this new you
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A verse inscribed in fire and light Nicodemus I could tell a sad story that would change your mind about everything, but I don’t want to be that guy, no I don’t want to be that guy. He laid in a cave for three days and three nights Yeah, he laid in a cave for
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