WD 121 “Hungry Ghost”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Hungry Ghost Take me home, at last I waited in the wings, posed with claws outstretched Wings ten cubits tip to tip I knew I was too heavy to carry, so I left my body behind A sad memento of futile thinking, underneath a shallow layerContinue reading “WD 121 “Hungry Ghost””

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 101 “Excellence in Film”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Excellence in Film Make me into an  Idol Crafted of thought, imaginings and melted gold My likeness is A wavering illusion Two heads, five arms, wings of black and white Till they make masks of us  Learn our lines And play our parts Two lovers inContinue reading “WD 101 “Excellence in Film””

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 88 “Sons of Whatever”

A verse inscribed in Fire and Light. Sons of Whatever Fungi Myxomycota is the name of a species that is neither plant nor animal. It nourishes itself by photosynthesis. It needs sunlight to live. The Fungi Myxomycota reproduces asexually, splitting its cells down the middle, into two separate beings; yet, when injured, the solid massContinue reading “WD 88 “Sons of Whatever””

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 44 “In The Garden He Gives Me the Silent Treatment”

A verse inscribed in fire and light In The Garden He Gives Me the Silent Treatment Oblatum est tributis serviens. Speramus enim placitum est in oculis vestris. I’ve seen into the eye sockets and spirits of a few good men, and I’ve Seen them all ascend to salvation, but I don’t know this new youContinue reading “WD 44 “In The Garden He Gives Me the Silent Treatment””