4 a.m., and sleep seemed a thing impossible. The mottled face of the ceiling was like that of the moon, pale and barren, and offering nothing. His eyes moved to the orange strip of street-lamp glow cast across the bedroom wall by the window. He watched the steam from the sewer drains wash and danceContinue reading “That Which Takes the Dark”
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Witness
There is always, in every dive and bus bench and street corner and bar-stool and bank line-up some shifty gent with cracking skin, thick glasses, scars or scabs, who mutters curses under his breath to no one, seemingly, but me. I am the chosen one who soaks up the confessions of the lonely and lostContinue reading “Witness”
When death lurks on your morning stroll
baked by the fresh, morning sun the streets reek of boredom, panic, and piss decide to practice increased tactility practice keeping my head from bowing to track my shoes practice my breathing practice regulating judgmental tendencies achieve temporary reprieve enjoy a brief taste of peace until I remember that there is horror horror and death,Continue reading “When death lurks on your morning stroll”
Haiku #58
dawn sets land ablaze warms and eases writer’s cramp puts dead words to rest
This Affair will be the Death of us All
The gracious palm extended by our host Makes light the anxious air inside the hall Regretfully he dare not leave his post Or else to chance abandon he the ball The streamers tickle tops of drinks in toast To health and happy tidings one and all Tonight we dance ’til give we up the ghostContinue reading “This Affair will be the Death of us All”
the return.
hushed warble uttered your lowest point your most susceptible vulnerable moment’s self doubt fear cannot match that pitied yowl’s echo loosed from tongue and throat the time hour chime sounds the hallway’s grandfather clock you know for the first time for certain and without doubt your love will not be returning from the edge
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the murky light of dawn wild fire burning through the night we all swallow ash
The Ballad of “The Irish Wolf-hound” Brennan Carrick
The war was hard as rock salt, like the man Whose mother named him Brennan, meaning “brave” Whose father gave him not but discipline He dealt with toe of boot or heel of hand The army traded Brennan name and age For uniform, and gun, and belt, and boot And took him ‘cross the ocean,Continue reading “The Ballad of “The Irish Wolf-hound” Brennan Carrick”
Five
In moon-lit, sparkling snow which covers ground The tracks of snowshoes shuffling through the wood Canoe ashore by tighten’d tether bound In peaceful silence, night sleeps as it should With wisps of dream a-light in nestled minds The daylight’s fauna seek the sandman’s spell Nocturnal beasts, they brave the dark to find Escape from thatContinue reading “Five”
Two
The cabin’s walls were strong, just like the man Who with the boy, canoe and gear in tow, Would make a weekend home upon the land And sleep at night ‘neath star and moon and crow Outside the wind sang high amid the cold While inside walls the fire burned on bright And when theContinue reading “Two”
