Creator Journals 11/8/25 It’s cool out, but I’m cooler. It’s November 8th. Twelve years ago, something very unpleasant happened to me. Damn. Twelve years. How has it already been twelve years? I’m doing better now, much better, but the shadow of it still haunts me sometimes. There are certain places I can’t go. Certain foodsContinue reading “The Passing of Seasons”
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Brain Chemistry
Your voice in the windCalling in a way that can’t be silencedPerforates my eardrums Runs me ragged through the streetsAnd there is no place of silenceNo call to answerIn the halls of the deadWe walk onReap and sowShrink and grow In your memoryAlways in the shadowOf your damned 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 188 “Unknowable”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Unknowable I’m expected to step to the order you’ve established Cross no line, keep the pace Of a pacemaker, lovingly crafted with no foreknowledge Of the coming disaster It could come at any time, like a phone call in the dead of night, ringing my eyesContinue reading “WD 188 “Unknowable””
WD 167 “After the Flood”
Prose from the journal of The Guardian Fog. After the Flood In keeping with the terms of our agreement, I arranged for there to be a little accident. I slid out of your recommendations, into the purgatory of the after, a quaking reminiscence of previous pain and punishment, until the gods no longer allowed myContinue reading “WD 167 “After the Flood””
WD 152 “Mourning Dove”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Mourning Dove I waited The entire span of A serpent’s coils, for The fruit to become ripe The tantalizing allure of knowledge prodded me on like Jabs in my back A desire to understand and be unmade But I passed the fruit on to you AndContinue reading “WD 152 “Mourning Dove””
WD 140 “Crime Drama”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Crime Drama I made a career out of Gathering dragon bones Sorting through iron dust and black ashes to find Reusable material That I can tape together, bind to my limbs and pretend to be something More mythical than I am There will be a timeContinue reading “WD 140 “Crime Drama””
WD 134 “Partners in Mystery”
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Partners in Mystery I partake in the harvest. Reaping my reward A place among the stars A seat with the karmic masters Called to drag rugged scoundrels to account for their Soft offenses, cushioned by darkness and shielded by mystery -There is a hand to hold,Continue reading “WD 134 “Partners in Mystery””
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