Quiet Rests in Me

Taken down to the ruins Where silence begets silence. Death eases out of rusty sands. Oblivion cries wordless, Face pink, desperate, mad, Birthed in the cracks Of shattered stones. So here I take my rest, Plopped down amongst tearful Faces forgotten In mother earth’s curdled, Rotten breast. And in me Green tendrils Press behind my … More Quiet Rests in Me

Hear Me

You hear The wind’s whispers. You hear Him spin silence Into heartbroken songs, Turn hesitant night Into soaring sound. His breath You hear Raking through your hair, Sweeping autumn leaves Along the paved, still street. So why don’t you Hear me?

Alone in Company

I spent a year In a pixie’s garden Where winter washes Over the lilacs In a wave of crystal frost, And summer surges In the heavy, humid air With the bustle Of a thousand bees Filling their combs past the brim. And always Nestled in the shade Of an oaken giant, Cloaked in shadow And … More Alone in Company

Depression

Each day is spent At a well with a silvery cedar bucket On a scraggly strand of rope. As you cast down your line, You lean into the well, Hoping to hear the splash Of wood on water. You hear nothing. The arid wind swims through your hair, Cracks your tender lips, And howls dryly. … More Depression

Around the Coals

Around the coals decayed To black, a circle Of rocks savors What warmth remains, What light tests the dark. The once roaring fire That charred their rocky sides, Now a shivering tongue Coiled in ash. A faint glow kindles Off the wind’s whispers. For a breath The stony guards smile orange And their shadows stretch … More Around the Coals

The Bleeding Star

Did you notice the bleeding Star descending? Did you see the body burning Behind itself In a glittering trail Of tumbling Flecks of skin? Or were your eyes On the sun? Yes, its light is brighter, Stable and slow. Safe and warm, It browns your body With a long, caramel kiss. Now look again, For … More The Bleeding Star

Mind Trip Query Letter

Would someone care to edit my query letter for my novella┬áMind Trip? Please and thank you. MIND TRIP Surrealist artist Eric paints what he thinks, paints what he sees, and sees what he thinks. Ever since he was a child, the world appeared to him through vivid, dream-like hallucinations that inevitably inspired the paintings that … More Mind Trip Query Letter