Category Archives: Poetry

The Towers of Ilium

Four braziers burn on towers high, each marking a corner. Yet no light emits from these brazen pits, their coals’ black heat just smolders. The cardinal flames have all waned to ash without their constant tending. It takes daily strains … Continue reading

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Winding Road

The crooked line covers more ground. I’ve always preferred the scenic route, but I’m constantly more lost than found and a straight line has no time for doubt. I meander, sally, wander and wend, always walking to another place on … Continue reading

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The Worst Day of My Life

I love my home and I love my life. I also love my struggles and my strife because only friction can sharpen knives. I love the dark and I love the light. I love the day and I love the … Continue reading

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Fully Empty (#tbt)

Something wicked this way comes. Thick, wretched air chokes up my lungs. A grey-green smog blocks out the sun. Terror sets in, I start to run. I fear my time here may be done. I stumble, fall, now hope there’s … Continue reading

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Light Lunch

If you are what you eat then it should be obvious that we’re all made of starlight, albeit at varying degrees of remove. It’s nearly impossible to see individual flecks of stardust when you’re surrounded by whole whirling worlds of … Continue reading

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Blame Game (#tbt)

What’s wrong with my stars? It’s like I drew bad cards. Am I a victim of an inauspicious birth, cursed from the first to struggle, starve, and thirst? I look up at night and damn the sight. I turn on … Continue reading

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Round Squares

Everything turns, for better or worse, and around again. We see a horizon in the distance, a straight dividing line, yet somehow we return. Perception and experience misalign; two truths both wrong. What’s at the center of all these round … Continue reading

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