Reduced to Ecstasy
Within me beat opposing hearts.The blood in one is light and life the other baleful, dark as death. I am …
Category: Metrical
The Fickle Finger of Fate
A full stop can sometimes appear in mid-sentence the story could suddenly end in a flash, It’s sad when we find …
A hundred hearts
If I had a hundred hearts, I’d give them all to you, And if I had a hundred more, They’d …
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[ I fell into the riverbed in desperate search of sleep. ]
I fell into the riverbed in desperate search of sleep.
The winter melt had long since gone (the waters were not deep)
Yet Autumn’s early frost had rimed the trickling river’s tears.
Engulfed in such as this all other thinking disappears.
Fatherhood
You came to me a welcome thief, I have no one to blame. I held a foolish, firm belief that …
No falling tears
Each day a knife walk, life and death, Step left to die or right to breath. My time will come …
Ivory Keys and Silent Pleas
The old musician plays a soulful tune; his fingers floating over ivory keys while thoughts of her, like leaves, are …
A song of departure
When the touch of warm flesh has returned to your lips, And they yield as they once did on mine, …