A jeweler digs Through his glittering wares And desires to keep The fairest of all. His fingers Feel all their crystal faces, Attuned to every bump or blemish Like a spider’s leg In perfect sync With every tremble Along its gossamer web. Yet, H finds nothing But glassy bodies Smooth as skin Shaved bare. If … More The Jeweler’s Wares
Beyond the mountain pass Lies a trail bathed In milky starlight. Mossy trees Hold the road With gnarled hands Clothed in silver And green. Pretty, pink Flowers bloom at your feet. Their soft scent Tickles your tongue. You Taste neither lilac Nor lily. Death Coats every fleshy bud. You hurry Your pace. Flowers fade As … More Beyond the Mountain Pass
In a former blog post, I created a treasure hunt in the style of Byron Preiss’s The Secret (a Treasure Hunt). I hid an opal ring somewhere in the US and crafted a riddle to lead the brightest among you to it. However, I guess my treasure hunt wasn’t as difficult as Preiss’s because after … More The Treasure is Found
Fireflies flit Around the beckoning flames Like paper lanterns, Shimmery and gold, Floating towards the sun. You hum a labored tune Deep in your weary chest. The air is crisp, Your fingers numb. Your voice fails. Your head falls While the scorched logs Hiss, and the smoke Rises ever higher.
The lake sits quiet. Not a ripple stirs The shore. Night is a threadbare Shroud, hung loose Over the cool waters. Stars dance, And the silver moon bares A crescent smile. Scents Of mint and clove Drift on the gentlest Breeze. A single Flower blooms, Its velvet petals dark As dusk. The crickets Trill. The … More A Summer Night
Avengers: Infinity War has finally come out. It is the culmination of 10 years and 19 films in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU). But it is also a great time to look back at all the greatest films. So out of the 19 films in the MCU, let’s look at the 10 best ones. Everyone’s … More Top 10 MCU Movies
I call myself a collector of sorrows. As a teen, I felt alone and ignored. My classmates bullied me, and my parents spent most of their time at work. They didn’t have the time or care to hear how Brett pushed me on the playground or how Tommy joked about my big nose. After a … More The Collector of Sorrows
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I dreamt Of an ancient tree Stripped bare To its silver branches. Harlequin leaves Lay in clumps At its twisted roots, Whose frail tendrils Reached ever outwards. I dreamt Of an iron sun In a sky of cold steel. Ashen clouds marched In boundless, black regiments. From far off…
I dreamt Of an ancient tree Stripped bare To its silver branches. Harlequin leaves Lay in clumps At its twisted roots, Whose frail tendrils Reached ever outwards. I dreamt Of an iron sun In a sky of cold steel. Ashen clouds marched In boundless, black regiments. From far off I heard the crack of thunder, … More I Dreamt of Home
As the day dies And dusk rears Its violet face, A sour song thrums Through my head. Pale stars tremble While one verse carries To the next. Phantoms Of my sunlit troubles Dance across my eyes. The chorus builds And darkness gathers Under the swollen moon. I twist and turn While midnight’s blanket Rests heavy … More A Midnight Melody
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