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Locked away In my mother’s prayerful stare The one I’ve worn since birth A heavy silence falls As tragic binds melt and run ~ They pool around my ankles Spilling down through the gutters To quench the kindred thirst Of some far away dreamer ~ I surrender every lie Hissed out of alleyways I…
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To where do I roam In the snows of this hereafter Behind the rising smoke Of a train’s farewell? ~ This new emptiness expands Quieting, the pulse of the wild With its veil And the mad wind’s roar ~ Without the warmth of her stare Without the flight of her words Without the golden…
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A gift From the blue spacious day Familiar rhythms descend Stirring marrow deep ~ Reunited As once safe and solid ground, gives and gives To the rising of the tide Beneath the full moon’s rays ~ We carry on conversations Spun in ancient times Seeking swift backroads To our claim beneath the stars ~…
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Ridicule’s ghostly laughter Burrows into the soul Resurrected from silence From the cold ground’s embrace ~ Its shadows stalk through daydreams Breathing ancient slurs As a casual sigh Slicing from the inside ~ With a deep breath We stagger back to humanity’s wrath Returned to the journey Upwards and through the white stars ~ Until…
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I want to thank Julia Hones at My Writing Life for taking time out of her schedule to review my book, ‘The Wind Through the Trees at Night.’ Feedback like this should never go unappreciated. The review can be found on Julia’s blog (Linked in the book cover below.) where she regularly posts her original…
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Here At the heart of a quake Within the tumbling waves Beneath the black sky’s thunder Is where I fall into place ~ Here, ensnared by the ropes Of a gathering revolt Is where I’m meant to burn Within a raging mob ~ Here basking in the sparks Of our dying machine In…
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Searching in vain Like headlights Cleaving through a forest Miles from a clearing From the agony of knowing ~ Scouring, where the branches Snap and give way For the ghostly plume Of life chattered by torchlight ~ These backwoods thrive Coiling their secrets Tighter and tighter, Smothering last words ~ Searching and sifting Through the…
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The splinters of a rooftop Break loose, quietly in the storm When the guns salute And rain scalding metal ~ Yet the pure love of home Never truly dies Still alive in the sergeant The spotter The sapper ~ Buckling walls take flight As dust rising in the night As armor swarms from…
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Thank you to the editors at Spillwords for featuring my poem, ‘The Looming Fires of Odesa’. It can be found on the page linked below. Also, thank you to everyone who has supported my work over the years. Source: The Looming Fires of Odesa
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Chased from sacred ground By a reignited voice Old friends scramble home In a scalding rage ~ They fall forward into secrecy Faded and tattered Their rescuing voyage Derailed in the sand ~ Cold and ghostly words Whirl around their cocoons in the night Bearing harmonies of distant times ~ Their own lonely weathered…
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