A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Isolation The big picture has no character A floral pastiche of Places without people, objective facts Liberated accents of muted color, range and flow But look upon the hand that paints it and you’ll see Deep scars Sorrowfully twisted fingers, bled to dryness like winter birches Continue reading “WD 135 “Isolation””
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WD 132 “Dracula’s Line”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Dracula’s Line You lower the gates: Your legs crossed like the stars that spell your name In your keep on top of the mountains you welcome me Like an alien fleeing political purge There is a long table in your dining room with space for bothContinue reading “WD 132 “Dracula’s Line””
WD 129 “Bow Before Him”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Bow Before Him Bring me back I’ve been to places, seen things Kingdoms in dust and disrepair A white stag, nibbling on grave flowers Cair-Paravel, Nation without end, empty and desolate, and I wonder What lions do when they lose their pride It is essential toContinue reading “WD 129 “Bow Before Him””
WD 104 “Faust Remembers”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Faust Remembers Electrocute, the fibers that manipulate the neurons Limbs, stapled together like the flesh of Victor’s patchwork demon I wish blasphemies like this could be infinite like The heads of the hydra, always splitting off into new wrongs And worse choices, between somber eucharist ofContinue reading “WD 104 “Faust Remembers””
WD 97 “Longshot”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Longshot Absent minded Skull, vacated, leaving the head a statue with wandering eyes The planet is green, whether you think about it or not But there is satisfaction in standing in place, to Remember, contact, connect dissonant ages and pieces My understanding of you didn’t createContinue reading “WD 97 “Longshot””
WD 84 “Bird of Paradise”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Bird of Paradise What has been bound in this life shall be bound in the next And what has been lost will come back to me one day. – I descend into the sky from below the depths of the soil The space for falling isContinue reading “WD 84 “Bird of Paradise””
WD 71 “Turning Faster”
A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. This poem is a sequel to Brush I. Brush II (Turning Faster) -The wind can whisper, but it can also scream Cry, bellow, shriek and boom and The wind can cool and freeze and break and shatter but Whatever I say, you can’t tell where IContinue reading “WD 71 “Turning Faster””
WD 67 “Between”
A verse inscribed in fire and light. Between Blue words, whales of thunder, cracks of lightning, daily doses. Drama queens, pregnant moment, edge of glory, taskmaster If there’s a place to lay a head, and foxes have holes I’d like to lay my tricks out on one magicContinue reading “WD 67 “Between””
WD 63 “The Situation in an Eggshell”
A verse inscribed in fire and light. The Situation in an Eggshell Gratitude would be a good start, a running jump and a fall Did it break like an egg when it hit the ground? Squirting gray matter that didn’t matter and a yoke with no nutrients? Far from exceeding expectation, I followed a phantomContinue reading “WD 63 “The Situation in an Eggshell””
WD 53 “From The Journals of Tanya Westing, April 2016 to January 2017”
From The Journals of Tanya Westing, April 2016 to January 2017 A lovecraftian short story. “Man Fires God” I I’ve had a lot of time on my hands since Mike left me, since I left him. It had to be done. He was toxic to me; a cancer to my happiness and future. I wasContinue reading “WD 53 “From The Journals of Tanya Westing, April 2016 to January 2017””
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