A fading record, scarlet horses ignite dunes, erosive devils.
Fingertips ablushafter winter complimentsmy poor planning
The old man’s carrel was carved with the finest mahogany, over the years it became varnished with Lagavulin whisky and sweat. In that tiny space, he crafted vast worlds; kings & betrayers, love & death, wonder and curiosity. Its nooks held the echoes of various late-night existential crises, angry triades of self-doubt, and the stale… Continue reading Ghosts in the Wood Grain
To be one’s own gravedigger a tragedy never able to finish the job
shatter in three
The definition of insanityis fractal Love can be a madnessbeyond bodily comprehension Love can be dangerousa serpentine embraceleaving you breathless Love can be the acnestisof a heart forever chasingthat virgin storm The definition of loveis fractal
To belong to the genus named Gloriosa must be a frightful thing Beckett pondered. A grandiose name that masked its malevolence. Standing in the doorway of a dusty hotel in Calcutta, a particular type of Gloriosa lay in front of him. Bishalanguli—the Flame Lily. With enough gathered it could tip the scales of life in… Continue reading An Inglorious Death
Nipped SomniloquyAn unheard conversationSleep rests in my eye Crumbs caught on the dream-catcherEarly morning prophecies
Grief is a trickster, an emotional succubus in the guise of an elegant belle encouraging you to stay with her for a moment, to feed her your hurt. Catharsis for the soul transforms into codependency. She is the head of Algol, unable to survive without you, and so you continue to wane, living in her… Continue reading The Trickster and the Fool
The Longest Journey
A short-from free verse poem.