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WD 147 “Two Incomes”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Two Incomes I began to weep My worker’s hands torn and shredded with broken calluses Is this everything we can be Ships stationed at a dock, dreaming of the ocean? I canter softly across the deck and take my place at your side, the horizon IsContinue reading “WD 147 “Two Incomes””

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””