Of all the gifts society has taken from the Greeks,
None convey relief and comfort like that honest shriek,
To be in doubt, or consternation, rifling in the plot,
When then, at last, an issue saved by solution you forgot,
The mind is burdened by its thoughts in our most trying times,
But feels the weight lift like loosed stone when thinking realigns,
And so it stands to reason when one almost star...
It’s a question often asked and leads people down different paths. Religion, literature, astrology, myth have all provided answers and yet none is any more powerful or accurate than another, as far as we know. Perhaps we find Elysian Fields in a place where the sun is always warm and the nights are always cool, the smell of lavender drifting to our noses. Or perhaps we become nothingness, dissolvi...
A world of things I wish to say,
But know I’ll never speak
I keep them in my hiding place
For fear of seeming weak.
These thoughts that bubble in my head,
But I keep them bottled tight,
I think I’d rather end up dead,
Than let them see the light.
For every thought I’ve dared to breathe,
I’ll have withheld a score,
It’s not in my nature to deceive,
Only to avoid a coming war.
I recognize the mon...
It occurred to me this evening
As I was driving on my way
Watching the leaves of fall and
The macabre decorations sway
All the things we’ve come to fear
The things that make us hide our eyes
All the monsters that we shy from
Are the phantom death in disguise
There’s those that now return from death
The skeletons and ghosts and zombies too
And those by rites that conquered death
The mummie...
October 13th, 2:48 am. At the top of the lighthouse, Lightkeeper Dom rests their foot on the bottom protective railing, leaning on their arms as they search through the mist. If anyone else was up at this ungodly hour on their boat, and could tolerate looking at the rotating light, they may see the intermittent silhouette of the lightkeeper looking out to the horizon. Looking for them.
When Dom t...
I close my eyes as I start to float,
In that space between the stars,
I’m just a speck, a tiny mote,
On track for Jupiter or Mars,
This seems a dream, but I know it’s real,
As I drift to some unseen port,
It’s strange, how at peace I feel,
As my suit drains life support.
I waft untethered through the black,
From my ship, my Earth, my home,
I know that there’s no going back,
But I do not feel alo...
I don’t think it’s really fair,
That you should be the favorite,
You’ve never had to fight for air,
In your status you can savor it.
Do you think I asked for this,
To have this favored station,
My entire life only exists,
To meet every expectation.
Of requirements you moan and cry,
Yet you deny you’re advantaged,
To gain attention you don’t even try,
And it’s my esteem that’s damaged.
I’m sorry...
Beware the hellhound that stalks the night,
The eyes like fire at the edge of sight.
A thing of evil, pure malice born,
A maw of fire, within souls are torn.
A curse that chases you to death,
Removes from you your final breath.
A phantom dog with teeth like knives,
Devours good and wicked lives.
Beware, say I, of that hellish hound,
For what it seeks will soon be found....
