WD 208 “Edge of Dream”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Edge of Dream It’s genetic  They say The trials of birth leave a mark on The mind of a child  Of ghostly origin tell me nothing Of spirit imbued, leave it in the apocrypha And if I’m too hasty to label myself existent  Tell the judgesContinue reading “WD 208 “Edge of Dream””

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 118 “I Am Viral”

A poem inspired by the Prince of Night Winds. I Am Viral There’s something in your house, screaming into  The drains of your empty pipes Carrying a name through the metal vacancy  “Walker, hanger, handler” A vista of decaying grass, civil discomfort  Steady onslaught of zombie pernacity  Till we associate with that sickness more thanContinue reading “WD 118 “I Am Viral””

WD 114 “The Eyes Watch the Body”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. The Eyes Watch the Body Autumn is a luxury A gift to those born in the spring When rains are heavy, cold and merciless  Branches are greener for me, always greener  Like a secret tucked away or an  Insect, imprisoned in a paradise of amber  SeeContinue reading “WD 114 “The Eyes Watch the Body””