WD 198 “Blameless Effigy”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Blameless Effigy I came to be  A presence defined by that which was absent  Coagulated blood in a drying nervous system  To keep the brain impulses from running free and rising  Beyond station  As I cross the threshold you see  A mirrored image of her  SmilingContinue reading “WD 198 “Blameless Effigy””

WD 167 “After the Flood”

Prose from the journal of The Guardian Fog. After the Flood In keeping with the terms of our agreement, I arranged for there to be a little accident. I slid out of your recommendations, into the purgatory of the after, a quaking reminiscence of previous pain and punishment, until the gods no longer allowed myContinue reading “WD 167 “After the Flood””

WD 158 “Runes Carved Into Ruins”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Runes Carved Into Ruins The zodiac craves attention A stumbling lion receives your prayers And I am humbled by the gravity that keeps spirits bound to earth We turned three corners to come up on A roundabout with no exit Lion, lamb, aries, aquarius, scorpio YouContinue reading “WD 158 “Runes Carved Into Ruins””

WD 149 “Beyond Good and Evil II”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Beyond Good and Evil II It grieves me to say it To think it To hitch my wagon to a space in their field of vision The watchers mutter their quiet curses  As they consider us with chain-linked brains  Porus, a sieve allowing the quality ofContinue reading “WD 149 “Beyond Good and Evil II””

WD 117 “Bleached Bones”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Bleached Bones Agoraphobia Keep a calm mind Even when the walls of your house begin to melt into spiders I’m feeling your acid rain, on my bare skin Bleaching the nerves white, blank, ghostly Till the sins of childhood are wrung out like a bloody ragContinue reading “WD 117 “Bleached Bones””

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””