memory

WD 211 “Waters of Lethe”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Waters of Lethe I start with a low sound Violin strings, sing unto me We have no use for the liar and his deceptions But you told me “I am the seed of the pomegranate. The beginning of A taste that lasts forever.” So call thisContinue reading “WD 211 “Waters of Lethe””

WD 202 “After Dark”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. After Dark What is the breaking point of a soul Roiling in steams and oils A vat of sanguine acid running down your chin Restless night amidst the shadows of wailing trees A territory of shrieking memories That refuse to be forgotten I was wrong toContinue reading “WD 202 “After Dark””

WD 194 “Reasons to Forget”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Reasons to Forget A snapshot taken without express permission with Hints of autumn weather I saw it deplete you in the worst way Dragging downward toward the recycle bin But I’ve known how to climb back out Ad nauseam Like a dream that can’t stop beingContinue reading “WD 194 “Reasons to Forget””

WD 155 “Frozen Flowers III”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Frozen Flowers III I tried everything to fix The tether that connected our worlds but These dreams of winter never began to thaw The sun hides from you, like anyone who has been Invited, engaged, forgotten Lost to your distance I can’t drive all that wayContinue reading “WD 155 “Frozen Flowers III””

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 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””

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””