WD 136 “Aphelion”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Aphelion Widen the circle The range of influence, cellular signal Fire, water, earth, wind And the invisible presence  A light in a darkness A glass of hot liquid that smells like cinnamon Even roaches die of old age But never the man with the bag SoContinue reading “WD 136 “Aphelion””

WD 133 “Winter Secret”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Winter Secret The severed fingers point upward, toward the sky Clock hands, keeping time and watching the seasons No one knows the day or the hour But I’m bound by a wreath of timelessness  Holiday wrapped, kept at bay And I want to sing, like theContinue reading “WD 133 “Winter Secret””

WD 120 “No Sleep”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. No Sleep Keep your eyes peeled Lest the shadows unfuse from the night dark and come upon you Solid vacancy  Midnight keeper of a cage full of black birds They don’t really sing. It’s a natural mating call that we compare to music  Just like dayContinue reading “WD 120 “No Sleep””

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””