Content Warning/Trigger Warning: This poem is centered around death, particularly the death of a child. summer, pilgrimage of the ewe; the blood sun breaks upon death— is the symmetry of the flower where an ocean throws the moon’s noose, leaving to the knot of a darker azure? dream, and you might too leave in the … Continue reading (!) This Night.
Granted, the two central characters are James and Tri in my upcoming Nano 2020 novel, “The Time Assassins”, but there are plenty other “main characters” who join the fight. Here are some of them: Ada Locke Ada is a young girl of 14 years of age living in the Dark Ages. She suffers from cerebral … Continue reading The Time Assassins: Supporting Characters
bare-bones / wed to abandoning in-uterofingers; the apple burstslike an appendix / and the seabreast to breast / is a mistressto the Kalahari sun/ mouthing /to my moon“death goes to the worms” / alien touch / my love has gone /threnody and dream, as if the Earth is glass /stranded / to the ghosts /of … Continue reading to grief.
I lost my heart to the devil He pulled me out of the ashes That I lay in while I slept— Gave me flowers that I kept— And in them hidden lashes I lost my heart to the devil Who cleaved me near in two Reddened eyes with cupid’s arrow no puedes sobornarme con dinero … Continue reading The Devil’s Love (Poem by Storm Born)
Show me the depths of art, The world that rests in wait, For the brush to wake, For the pen to speak. – Show me the waves of music, The pulse of emotion which Transforms our feelings And calms our minds. – Show me the heart of poetry, The incarnation of who we are, The … Continue reading Show Me
Hello, y’all! So, I’ve been thinking lately. Some of my friends and acquaintances are encouraging me to start a YouTube gaming channel, and I’m considering the possibility of doing this, and wanted a popular opinion one way or another. Why am I asking my readers on a writing blog? Simple. Because while this channel would … Continue reading An Interesting Prospect
Alabaster the dissociatedMoon; a blood-hunt of my dreams,death the psychosis, torment the arbitrarymind, I dreamed of the topples ofthunderbirds, medusa-ing mouths of darkness, and finalhairs of serpents to planetaryshivers; and celestial deathof the stars, they translatethe whiteness of hills,goat-herding anesthesiain the sand-cratered moonswithin the dusty womb of Marsleft me my child-selfand I was her. Written for the dVerse … Continue reading her.
I, memory, I, a membrane and ghost meronym to memory and free— I am the thorn of flowers in your mouth, and the foot of the leaf between the limbs of a small tree halved like quarters, and still dying, I, memory, I, a membrane and ghost meronym to memory and free— Ancestress of loss … Continue reading I
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