A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Cabal Swipe right to find out what’s coming in the wings Four wings double-bent, two covering the face Moses had a face that shined like the moon, so he had to hide it And I hide my psychic vibrations, solar waves So you can keep goingContinue reading “WD 160 “Cabal””
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WD 144 “Angel”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Angel I am a husk of the former slave A contingent emissary, checking in from the dark With blanket stares Enough eyes to coat the starry sky With lessons, condescension And so is the face of the angel Ingrained in stone Hand to the plow BulletContinue reading “WD 144 “Angel””
WD 112 “Aristocracy of Animalia”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Aristocracy of Animalia Crowned with mercy and Staind with crown royal You came home to a place that was not A kingdom – Animals fit into a certain hierarchy They hiss and growl, touch and paw and feel And they make more animals, unless you “fix”Continue reading “WD 112 “Aristocracy of Animalia””
WD 111 “Mist-Taking”
Prose from the journal of The Guardian Fog. Perish the thought of future glories, dreams of self denial. The streets are empty at this time of night, so what’s the purpose of interpersonal reflection, though I am—reflected in four separate puddles of fresh water. Jackson is a ghost town, a fake city built to defyContinue reading “WD 111 “Mist-Taking””
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