Tag Archives: dark
POV Past the Stars
White space open field: Vision times points of view spinning gninnips spinning where the center lost its hold. The falcon laying dead in the field. The falconer sits weeping on the stone. See it bleed, leaking clear like … Continue reading
In The Mists of Time
Her long fingers reaching like spider legs stretching. She sifts, through mixed nut minutes and seconds in a shallow bowl – His arms outstretched – two spiders kissing, kissing in the bowl. Strained fabric taught and torn, the stuffing spilling … Continue reading
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Out Sight
She embraced me, Opened fingers, the slit spread the lid of the eye in the palm of her hand, gazing. She sees me like the blind, roving, fingers crawling like spider legs across my skin stretching her silk as it … Continue reading
Could You?
I was there, did you see me? Did the Guinness ripple time like stones in a pond so you could see me in an older circle? In a closet, on a shelf waiting to be myself, did you see me? … Continue reading
Binding
In the circles squares, lines salt line flares her eyes roll obsidian stones in cool ponds of grey fog flesh. A feather clenched tight between the tombs of her teeth. Dust devils whip the room & lift her spirits. The … Continue reading
Cosmic Kiss
In the reflected pool of time, I see you my friend. I see the vision, lit behind the screen emitting a strange ghastly aura, a halo of energy compact, I see the pages but the leaves no longer have a … Continue reading
What I did, and Didn’t Do
Cheesecloth soul pinched in alligator clamps hooked up to an old car battery delivering charmed, charring, shocks to keep them stu-, stut, stuttering, whispering sweet nothings into the gangrenous ears of the almost living. Tell-tale hearts pulse less than the … Continue reading
Feeding Lovers
We shed our skin as snakes, before we ate the fruit, we clasped both hands in visceral distaste before the night was through. we scaled the walls of the waking mind, let only for the seeing blind, a hole through … Continue reading
The Living Sleep, Death is Awake
Marigolds line the path Leading up to the rear of my house. They say your kind, can find Your way back to the living by the scent of moon-lit flowers. A spiritual runway, in a sacrificial calling, across planes. I … Continue reading
Poetry in the Dark 