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Hello, friends. I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday weekend. (If you live outside the United States, I hope you’re having a wonderful Morning, afternoon or evening.) I’m writing this to let you all know that the first book of poems I’ve ever published, ‘The Slums of Nightfall’ is on sale for 99 cents.…
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On this old and moldering ship Storm waters swell, Bottomless and dark Blotting out its gilded blaze – A winter night’s fury Sends us under in splinters As the full moon’s hunger Claws through the fatal breach – Among the broken driftwood Demons struggle to float Filled with yesterday’s gold Sinking deeper…
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In the bivouac Below the splintered trees The faint hum of conversation Keeps the world at home alive – The sharp eyes of their legion Trace the burning horizon, Swallowed whole by the soil Never fully at ease Beyond the day’s dark labor – No one sheds their light In that…
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On the eve of pain and jubilation The pendulum swings, Taunting our march To its spellbinding pulse – The pendulum swings Who’s left and who’s right In the bold hues of morning Frozen over and unscathed ? – Who’s left and who’s right In this tiresome dance? Starved bodies collide To this time-weathered song –…
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Yearning For the long haul through the dark Trading the verses of a love song As night slips away Through hands clasped and complete – Soaring above The lush forests of our lives Of our time Never tiring of the harmonies below – Spiraling through our lost years Blurred together and blinded We…
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Stalling mid-flight In denial I descend in gold Leaving ribbons of fire – The soil erupts In the still heart of night And a new winter seethes Like the embers of August – Swathes of myself lie in twisted agony Brought low and scattered By the full weight of grief – An…
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Floating beneath the southern sky A new legion of stars Keep guard from above For the prowl of years lost – Over the crests of waves Their roaring pages turn And I sleep at last In eternity’s hands – An old nest burns softly on a distant pyre Sending a mournful plume A soaring…
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Steadily a paradise fades Beyond a veil of silver As golden beams glare Through the cold eyes of dawn – Warm luxuries Coil the fortunate in sleep The day’s hours adrift And swiftly forgotten – As a bitter wind mourns The long march of the embattled Steadily they trudge Through their graveyard mire …
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Today is a dwindling song Before a blanketing silence It gleams in the hills Until its smothered by night – Without a sound The blank hours tear through the mind Chasing out thick swarms Of sweet memories – They fly frightened Billowing into the hard grey sky While the vile chatter Of dead reveries…









