The Bleeding Star

Did you notice the bleeding Star descending? Did you see the body burning Behind itself In a glittering trail Of tumbling Flecks of skin? Or were your eyes On the sun? Yes, its light is brighter, Stable and slow. Safe and warm, It browns your body With a long, caramel kiss. Now look again, For... Continue Reading →

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Mine is Through the Thicket

A fork flays the road. An offshoot course dawdles In the infinite horizon, The skies lit sapphiric blue While a single cloud floats in For a chat. Down the second split, Willows weeping golden Strands cloak the path black In the shadow of their limbs. But the solid glow Of a thousand lanterns' fires Leads you... Continue Reading →

The Beating Time-Keeper

Deep in the gutted Belly of a chest, Dust settles on nameless Treasures. Toy ships lost On bellowing, black Waters churning along Through nighttime fantasies. A brother's bottled Scream, of joy, Of sorrow, and fear. The velvet caress Of a lover's first kiss And second and third And final. Deep in the beating Time-keeper, where... Continue Reading →

Mind Trip Query Letter

Would someone care to edit my query letter for my novella Mind Trip? Please and thank you. MIND TRIP Surrealist artist Eric paints what he thinks, paints what he sees, and sees what he thinks. Ever since he was a child, the world appeared to him through vivid, dream-like hallucinations that inevitably inspired the paintings that... Continue Reading →

It’s a Tragedy

"It's a tragedy," They'd say, breath Static and still. "A bloody shame," They'd weep, no Tang of iron On the tongue, no Sight of scarlet In the depths Of their creased palms. "He will be missed," They'd state, no Tears sludging Out their eyes, no Dribbles of snot From their nose As if my corpse... Continue Reading →

JK Rowling’s Dementors

For those of you who don't know, JK Rowling, the massively successful writer of the Harry Potter series has depression. Even after the fame and fortune of her first two books, Rowling struggled with the cold, numbing pain I know all too well. By the time she finished her third book, The Prisoner of Azkaban, Rowling created a... Continue Reading →

Not Perfect!

That last poem was not perfect and it's bothering me. I usually write the poems just to continue writing. I need practice and also I love seeing your views and likes and follows. Ugh, but that wasn't perfect enough. It's a unique concept, but the poem seems unfinished. I would love some advice. I know... Continue Reading →

Maybe You Love Me

Perhaps, tucked away In the billowing folds Of black space Between our Earth And another, where beasts Squawk and shake The crystal dew from their feathery manes, You love me. Snake men fly As the sun sinks In the east, And you and I Walk hand in hand. Beneath the moonless night, When crickets purr... Continue Reading →

The Silence Deafened Me

Three years past. Still I feel The lifeless clamber Of quiet along my veins, The sightless fingers choking My parched throat. Three years. Three years ago the silence Rolled through the buzzing Air and settled Deep down in the deepest Crevice of my ears and eyes. Three years ago the silence Deafened me.

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