“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 Romeo I scorn you Dressed in my best and all the evening stars I turn you away like I’m turning from the straight and narrow path that leads to destruction My heaving bones rattling like fists cracked against the crucible of rabbid dogma Raising Alighting Lighting
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Snow Queen As there are No more reminders of The things that made you whole I will project myself in the snowfall Crowned in the dust Ashes heaped and Cradled Like a bride, never to be- I spread my limbs out in the snow and hope
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My new book is out, and can be found below! In honor of the release, I wanted to share a short story set in the world of The Kingdom’s Disdain. Sometimes a person just wants to write a nice story about elves. So here you are, my good friends, have an elf. Rinbah Oatberry Rinbah
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When I’m feeling more Fire and less Earth, I write fantasy fiction. I have a serialized collection of short-reads called “The Kingdom’s Disdain” available on amazon kindle. The first volume can be found here, for those who are interested in that sort of nonsense. Book 8, The Spokes of Decay, will be releasing on Wednesday,
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Opposition Reform I’m waging my battle to the brink Of desolation Of description Of dry parts which merit all but allow no depiction I am A crack in the screen of your fugitive mind A cellular signal in your homophobic mind to attack The wheels on
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth The Book of Judges Turn and run Turn and face The turning of the page We are Paper thin Dressed in our crimes like the text of an arrest warrant Wreathed around our weary bodies My arms encircle your hip like I am the very stench
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Brush I (The Silent Sound of the World Turning) You brush my cheek with the side of your hand And there is an ocean of diamonds spinning in your watery eyes -I am Bereft of speech Overflowing with choice -And A word- Logos, ethos, pathos infinitum
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth So Always to the Wise Scorned by association Asphyxiation by way of the lover’s fangs Paints a steamy picture, and makes the mona-lisa whole, sans one throat, an idea of a man, and the blessings they take away from those who transgress against Urizen. I was
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A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Life As Autopsy Your scalpel slides across my chest Opening -a conversation of matter and antimatter Inside I am, brimming with reasons to live, a pulse, gallons of blood and A head full of terrible ideas Glistening like new wine in old wineskins, I flow- a
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