Knives as long as memory
And just as sinful sharp.
We kill our dreams
And waste our lives
Longing for them back.
The blood is dark upon our hands
And gnaws upon our soul.
Our fitful dreams
And fevered days
Remind us what we lack.
Until at last we find a hole
And hide there with a mate.
Strip a child of their dreams
And give them ours instead:
Reassembled memories with glue upon the cracks.
Sunday, October 8, 2017
Thursday, October 5, 2017
Poem: Caoineadh
The earth cries out beneath your feet,
It weeps to see you pass.
And while I wandered in the street,
You danced upon the grass.
I heard your laughter in the air,
It burned my soul like fire.
The sunset shone upon your hair
Like blood upon the lyre.
You passed on into shadowlands,
And left behind your light.
I wrung my crimsoned hands
For I lost you in the night.
It weeps to see you pass.
And while I wandered in the street,
You danced upon the grass.
I heard your laughter in the air,
It burned my soul like fire.
The sunset shone upon your hair
Like blood upon the lyre.
You passed on into shadowlands,
And left behind your light.
I wrung my crimsoned hands
For I lost you in the night.
Monday, September 4, 2017
Poem: Slow Summer's End
Heat-thick
air and the scent of
mown grass
As
an old man trims golf-course lines into his
lawn.
lawn.
A
lone heron over the dry-grass slough,
One
circling black dot just above the vivid divide
Between treeline and sky.
Dust-motes
hang in the becalmed air,
Drifting
among heatlines rising
Off
the neighbor's tin roof.
Save
for the insects, nature is silent.
Sunday, September 3, 2017
Consume, the Journal of a Dreamwalker: Final Entries
NINETIETH TOTEMPHATHT
This almighty titan knew much, and its
power consumes me.
But for all its power and knowledge, the
lingering titan-self cannot satisfy my desire. Instead I have been filled with
an aching void which demands substance I cannot provide. Is this how the
deiphagists feel in the end?
FIRST UNKEMSPRECHT
Today I glimpsed a mirror. I did not
recognize myself. My skin was pale, and my face was not my own. What have I
become?
FIFTY-SIXTH UNKEMSPRECHT
I was searching for something. Something
important. Can’t seem to remember what it was. Once, though, I was a titan.
SEVENTIETH UNKEMSPRECHT
I don’t remember my name…
FIRST LUONG
My name is Akhule Otimnhir. Eons ago I
ruled a thousand stars. Now, I am reborn.
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Status Update
I'm not dead. Never was. Unfortunately.
I've been working on some larger projects that, combined with work, have managed to make sure I haven't posted anything on here.
I've been working on some larger projects that, combined with work, have managed to make sure I haven't posted anything on here.
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