Hey - I’m a writer born and raised on a healthy diet of fantasy, sci-fi and videogames. I’m here to get back into the habit of writing and hopefully produce some good tales.
Hey - I’m a writer born and raised on a healthy diet of fantasy, sci-fi and videogames. I’m here to get back into the habit of writing and hopefully produce some good tales.
A house before me
old bones perfumed by the rain
wind carries bird song
down those cushioned steps
to the green room washed with fire
painting the garden
beyond the old door
a bird-crest-red blankets grass
Grown long like a beard
I am just above
In my silent dreamful bed
tracing ceiling cracks
like train tracks heading homeward
through a map unmarked by lines.
...
This little sharp thing was once a knife
That traded more hands than some would admit
For it was not a gift, but an obligation
For those deemed fit.
The first was plucked like any living thing is
Before their time, and delivered to the mud
For those who only saw the bottom line,
Like gods with their great floods.
The blade sank into the bitter earth
Where it dulled and diminished
Waiting for an...
Bleeding,
Blade kissing skin
Our tongues whip words to life
That bend the world and all within,
Blood sings.
Melody,
Colours the air
And summons something here
Silent and undeclared to us,
It weeps.
Mourning,
The day turns black
For what has lived and died
To muster this bewitching gift,
This night.
...
Brewing
It is
In black pots
Boiling over each night,
And I tend to it
Stirring that twisted form in circles
Skimming the matter gathering on the thing,
That grows like a strange flower eager to bloom
And my hands linger at the beginning
Of this secret and wicked birth,
To cradle my concocted child
And nurse it harshly
With cold phials,
Until it
Screams....
I am watching myself sleep
I am feeling the sheets shift
As I fall in my dreams
As I slip in the street
In front of a crowd
That laughs in surround
Like music in a lift
Descending
Never ending but maybe not
If I stop all my misbehaving
And keep a list of myself
And my parts as well
I could be lighter
And get caught in the wind
Or the backdraft
Of a shutting door
Followed by a voice
‘Say no mo...
Solid do I stand
Borne from sky to land
For the true kings hand
To pull me free
And gather fine knights
To serve and to fight
For those without might
From land to sea
Until dark befall
Avalon and all
They will heed the call
And forge their way
To their long quests end
For those they defend
And the realm to mend
Itself one day.
...
The nausea crept up her throat
From the pit of her stomach;
The realisation that yesterday was real.
And the nausea went to sickness
When the walls began to peel,
Like those ailing, painted boats.
Up came yesterday and last year with it
A mess of promises,
Or maybe hopes glued together.
There was peace in burning
Letting go of her tether,
Emptying the first-aid kit.
And there she lay
Counting...