Your voice in the windCalling in a way that can’t be silencedPerforates my eardrums Runs me ragged through the streetsAnd there is no place of silenceNo call to answerIn the halls of the deadWe walk onReap and sowShrink and grow In your memoryAlways in the shadowOf your damned memory
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Perfecting Vulture
Creator Journals 10/12/25 I spent most of the day driving around for work. Tomorrow I’m going to sleep and I’m going to sleep so hard. So, what has my literary journey looked like today? Well, I brought the Hellboy Omnibus to work with me and didn’t look at it at all. I thought a lotContinue reading “Perfecting Vulture”
Midnight Blog
Creator Journals 9/23/25 I had a personal tragedy today. I didn’t write, and I’m typing up this blog post at 11PM, just barely crossing the finish line. I don’t really want to talk about it right now. I may talk about it tomorrow, depending on my mood. Either way, tomorrow I’ll begin writing “The CauseContinue reading “Midnight Blog”
Early Autumn Dimness
Creator Journals 9/22/25 Happy Monday everybody. It was a gloriously rainy day. I turned the lights off and worked in the early autumn dimness. A good day. Yeah. I’m gonna throw everything aside and work on my spooky Halloween necromancer story. Well, I’ll at least try to get a few more chapters of Beach KnightContinue reading “Early Autumn Dimness “
Midnight Bus
Crawl to the surface Of the waking world. Your queen calls to you Absent though you have been I have Been Making plans for your arrival To remind the wind what my name is To resurrect the old logos Will and way and reason The keeper and the crossroads demon Until night and day are Continue reading “Midnight Bus”
Having Dreams
Creator Journals 8/12/25 Today, I wrote my first 300 words at the dentist. Yes. Actually like on the dentist chair, head leaned back and everything. They were very polite there, but they did make me wait a while in that room. I was out until about 1PM, then I came home and went back toContinue reading “Having Dreams”
WD 221 “Claude Frollo”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Claude Frollo Say what you mean to me My particles are rippling with the burden of anticipation And antiseptic creams that wash out infections You’re covered in them, blistering beasts of unmatched ferocity The sun sets on you when you like And you’re back to letContinue reading “WD 221 “Claude Frollo””
WD 218 “Hypothetical Numbers”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Hypothetical Numbers Settle your debts Before they break you Come to terms with your debtors In this life before the next You were like a candle never lit Left out on an open window Suffusing the house with cold wind There’s nothing to see No placeContinue reading “WD 218 “Hypothetical Numbers””
WD 215 “Parallax TV”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Parallax TV Like a tree armed with needles A sinister synergy of malice and growth Affixed to the cable lining the sky You keep the elements running through your ley lines A sovereign distraction from the chorus of demons There is Nowhere but up No chainsContinue reading “WD 215 “Parallax TV””
WD 214 “Change My Skin”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Change My Skin I came to a realization At the peak of one lunar mountain The things that changed me were also changed. Coins in my pocket, jingling with oils and skin cells Passed between traders and betrayers alike Silver in the shaft like Judas hunting werewolvesContinue reading “WD 214 “Change My Skin””
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