The Sighs That Remain Still Breathes Poetry to Me

What had become of my friends in this city of memories, Who laid hands to my life and spun delicate reality: Where now goes the eloquence of that wordy smith by the sea? What of that cleverly motherly poet-visionary? My dear brother, and his lovely wife, a blossoming fairy? The venerable old leader's quest, manic …

A Reminder from a Crocus

An inconsequential thought often occurs to me, About the despair that proceeds the realization, That eventually comes to all of us, That we are, to be frank, but idle passing thoughts, Of a truly awful and grand cosmic procession, Whose fleeting lives can neither be confirmed nor denied, By anyone truly aware of the scope …

If friendship is a two way road

If friendship is a two way road, Then why can I never find my way back? Back to that place just a few miles ago, Return to where this road was first paved, Far from its dead-end.

Betwixt the Fallen Snow

There is odd comfort in our nature's regression, Sensing the veil of winter about to rush in, We abandon all our duties, get back to bed, Sharing warmth between us, playfully playing dead. But the genius that animates our bodies such, Turns chill to so much heat that it burns to the touch, So let …

A Desperate Action

I'm so desperate to claw back into your good graces, But that chasm between sin and forgiveness, The yawning pit of sleepless oblivion, Which swallows all good intentions, Drags me down to this vile idleness, Flensing away my weakest efforts, Until only bleeding hope remains, Nurturing the seed of despair. Maybe the resulting flower, will …

The Fox and the Maiden’s Daughter

There used to be stories about the silver foxes that lived in the forests near the Deep. The oldest of these folktales claim that they were once fairies, spirits who lived in the world between our own and the land of gods, and served as messengers, envoys, and heralds of fortune. Perhaps it is because …

Rejected Strangeloop

What else is there to take from me, That you haven't already taken? There is nothing left of the man you knew, These fragile words are all that remain, Discarded thoughts and broken promises, Lingering like hoarfrost dreams, Whispering our last goodbye, For eternity.

Of Winters Past

Let the unsaid things be left unsaid, As we share a final cigarette, The warmth of intertwined hands, And the knowledge that winter will end.