Tagged: new poetry
Move In Time
Comfortably – we pass the time, testing waters, casting lines. No attempts are made to hide the lasting contact of our eyes. I sense a change in mood as I feel your hand clasping...
I Find Roots Floating in Open Water
Spoken Word I find roots floating in open water, between the devil and the dark of the deep blue glass ceiling. My roots, my appendages, suspend and weave into this moving blue. I...
Go Away, Spirit of Tonight
Spiritual Poem Go away, Spirit of Tonight, spare me your wisdom, your deep and clear sight. You’re always right, even when you smile you’re here to decide what my fate will look like. You’re...
A Picked Flower
Poem That flower that I picked for you One dark night from the forest floor, Trembling in the wake of a faint, wild tune Had drops of dew clinging to its petals And...
Splendor and Filth
My mind is reckless… writhing and thrashing and burning in a sandstorm of red hot madness – in a wasteland of brimstone dreams… a snake that thrashes wildly…desperately…achingly against the wrought-iron pillars of man,...
Is It Too Late To Change My Name
Life Poem I always knew something was off. The shoe never fit. When friends approached the answering machine message to leave one after the beep never rang a bell. I addressed them with a...
Gothicarus: Part IV- Keralynne
Serial Poem Here we pause to meet Keralynne Crosstree Neither psychic nor cynic, she yet possessed A vision into a cloaked, murky realm, And its dark interference left her often distressed. She felt...
Gothicarus: Part III – Decisions
Serial Poem “Keralynne!” he fiercely whispered, In a voice that roused her from her trance. “I am here, outside your window; It’s a night fit for romance.” She rose, brushing back the curtains From...
Ship of Dreams
Life Poem I am aboard a ship, looking at my past, don’t know where I’ll go, don’t know who I am. Is this my home I’m leaving? There, the little spot on the horizon,...
Winter Mind Trip
Poem Monstrous winds toss the trees Their twigs clatter like old bones And a small dark figure huddles in a corner; Curled against the stones. Scarfed up to the eyes, it waits for...
