The cave pooled on a dusty gray, its lifeless folds quietly shone, hinging to the cold darkness in the air. Intervened, footfall was prevalent and darning; she gripped onto her spear as she extended it away from her person, head merging against an animal’s snout.
A fissured father of stone, poisoned by the vale, a bridal’s helm rushing through the billow waves, I billow blood from the clouds, awaiting for the frost dead uncles in May with […]
I recently created a guitar instrumental with both rhythm and lead parts. It is currently untitled, but its genre delves into, I suppose, flamenco and a bit of folk country. I recorded […]
Hello everyone. I am currently hosting a contest through All Poetry, and it is centered around writing poetry inspired by Wallace Stevens. This is the first poetry contest I am doing through […]
A red boudoir in the earth’s ax to bruit upon her branches leaving in skull-white redress, neck covered in frost; shyness is halved in father’s seed from his to his daughter; in […]
In my visionSpins a color wheel With fauns and gnomesWhispering to me: Give in to NightHer bacchic songs This dreamI slipped in Her choral maskHer Thyrsus to whichYour head belongs Since the […]
Quiet. All is damnably quiet. I can hear the spiders spinning in the darkness, the breath of a rat against the stone walls, a cockroach crawling through the sulphur-laden air. The roaring […]
It was perhaps disenchantmentDarling, slipping to the sea like a knife;why abide like children, a bloodlinesince dead retiring from goddammnedbones mislaid—I can barely touchthe waves; black dovessplintering in the mistakes upontheir tongues, […]
My work was featured on a podcast called A Poetic Slice of Life. This episode delves into discussion of poetry and Game of Thrones: “Join us on storyboards. Each Saturday night the […]
lie across the taurobolium at the motherless spring without feeling, without breath; pale mulberries infiltrate the wind in ice dark of obscured dreams by the sea-green void, vanishing by the surf, as […]
Icy thorns in kestrel snow, I gather them for you; plunging ire to your still desert, stave it in illness, black lilies incite the gallows you bring into the ladies of dust […]
She hated them, but quite at times admired them for their will to live. The bond between them only got stronger and stronger the more adversities they faced together. Only Zara was able to flicker that bond for a few moments, that fucking siblings-bond.
Death’s weir from the mammoth faces we know, spuming dead ghosts into the sea. My mistress winter feasts her bones, to starve on the tongues of a storm; lips of Janus will […]
Very happy to announce that my poem, “Some” appears in Volume 8, Chapter 1 of Visual Verse. Many thanks to VV to be in the wonderful company of amazing poets and writers. […]
O she is a Sweeney dreamfrom dead ghosts into winter’s fast,beckoning duplicity Give me a danceto breathe in bloodline’s nursed moando not stare, darling Medusa, my distress,teeth slaught in seawater, howlingin waves […]
the dark slithers, betraying the scarlet moon into the mellifluous hunger in each haze, a new mother of spring, the hills, the silence of untiring wanton blood broken between each finger and […]
“And in short, I was afraid.”
T.S. Eliot reveals it all here. We can go home now.
Father of gunmetal, fingers and sap kneeling to the blood-red of our faces from my formaldehyde Grandfather, in the black elms, a crown of sun pencils on white skin, now the eyes […]
They both looked wearily at each other, soon deciding to get back to work.
She messages meMy eyes light upAnd I respond as fast as I canAnd the message is receivedI see the word “typing”And I spring with joyAs our conversation flourishesInto a beautiful realityA universe, […]