WD 156 “Oracles”

Prose from the journal of The Guardian Fog. Oracles Eighteen credits, full time. We went in the same direction, following the arrows on the pavement, to spiritual war, spiritual debt, Faustian bargains and places of divine leadership and some of us prayed for a prophet or a diviner, but after the sun went down weContinue reading “WD 156 “Oracles””

WD 68 “Grief”

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 inContinue reading “WD 68 “Grief””

WD 59 “Sekhmet”

A verse inscribed in fire and light. Sekhmet This is not a downward spiral This is a bold expedition to the center of the earth We are brave pioneers, deep-sea divers Not a raw fistful of drunk college students packed in a tin-can apartment because The rest of the world won’t have us_ And, althoughContinue reading “WD 59 “Sekhmet””