Sunday, October 8, 2017

Poem: Like a Coastal Shelf

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.

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.

Thursday, September 21, 2017


I wrote this several years ago (probably in 2012 given the reference to the Aztec calendar) but it seems more relevant now than ever... Only for real this time. It's at least partially based on real headlines from various fringe newspapers, as well as some things that were actually happening. Really, the only thing I added were references to 14 and 88 (because apparently it's ok to be an ACTUAL NAZI now seriously what is wrong with America) and our Glorious Orange Cheeto-in-Chief...

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The end is nigh!
Rapture! New World Order!
Apocalypse now!
Y3K dread!
Avian mad cow disease found in pork!
Skynet approaches singularity!
Aztec calendar runs out!
Yellowstone eruption!
Mushroom clouds approach!
Stay indoors!
Hoard gold bricks!
Stockpile ammunition!
Radiation! Tribulation!
Jackbooted thugs of 666!
God hates!
Burn books!
Ignorance is bliss!
Chants of 14 and 88!
Sex is the right of men!

North Korean nukes!
Gunshot children are crisis actors!
Godless CommieFascists!
Entanglement in hopeless war!
Foreign oil shackles!
Cultural disintegration!
9/11 an inside job!
Government doublespeak!
Collateral damage!
Boots on the ground!
No boots on the ground!
Child molesters next door!
Satanic backmasked messages!
Hilary a lizard alien!
Deranged Cheeto on the throne!
The end is nigh!

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
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

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?

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?

I was searching for something. Something important. Can’t seem to remember what it was. Once, though, I was a titan.

I don’t remember my name…


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.