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 […]
All Poetry Contest (Ends December 3rd, 2020).
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 […]
and the people floated away.
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 […]
“Fantasie Nocturne” by Dionysius.
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 […]
“Faust” by Phil Slattery.
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 […]
None.
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, […]
Poem On “Poetic Slice of Life” Podcast.
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 […]
Ice dark (the world is dreaming).
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 […]
Ionad.
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 […]
Faces.
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 […]
“Some” Poem Published in Visual Verse.
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. […]
Medusa.
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 […]
Dissonance of a dream.
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 […]
Of Poetry and Fire (Analysis #1: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot).
“And in short, I was afraid.”
T.S. Eliot reveals it all here. We can go home now.
eyes of the lagoon.
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 […]
“Through The Screen” by The Anonymous One.
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, […]
Ocean rattle.
Mesmerized by ocean’s rattle,I curl the thorns of the lilyinto the sway of red craters,cracked fossils; the possibilitythat unearths into a singlebloodline, staved in winter’s digits;I’ve cried for shadows offather’s uproots, whilsthe […]
“Fight Again” by Anonymous.
I lay on the ground, my body coldAs I can feel my soul lose its holdI try to get up, but fallUselessDefeatedI let my soul loosen its gripAs I fallFall deeperBut then […]
The ocean rises.
Fossil bone, a maiden’s cliffthrowing ghosts in the stalactitesthere, my ocean is there, and I will die with the thorn in my side;abyssal shadows are empty, sandstone splits at my cheek,look at […]
This night.
summer, pilgrimage of the ewe; the blood sun breaks upon death— is the symmetry of the flower where an ocean throws the moon’s noose, leaving to the knot of a darker azure? […]
