My piece, “I leave in a deeper silence” was published in Visual Verse for their current chapter. This is my first publication with them. It is written under my main pseudonym, and you can read the poem here. My utmost gratitude and thanks to Visual Verse for accepting my piece. More so, be sure to check their anthology out as it’s still ongoing. Thoughts … Read More Visual Verse Publication.
tread for days blood pours in a drowning diving into oceans. A murmur in the stillness of the sea absent in the lunula white, weeping in the dying of the eventide may you decide to leave as the crawfish float in unyielding waters, delusional, still seeking the innocence of the rock, give it a kiss for me before … Read More once a tree stood.
Wept in the death of Gods, darker still in the gathering ocean, with only tears that fall to them, in the red hyssop of the frost inclined to the penetralium of desire, as the ocean slips no fate by its sea song to kill empty, the abscission of leaf falls like glass we could not fall together as we once had, the very shock … Read More Planetary motion.
I am dream-bound to the weeping mother of an ocean shore, my shadow is darker than the prose tree of mind and desire a prospect of inner lunacy and death; the clam’s mouth is lighter between the sun, into the silence of blue willows to the inmost bones of creation alone brimming in the mystic moonlight for … Read More of memory.
Death in the ocean only comes once upon the prose tree in my mind, there is a darkness in the lithe stillness of autumn oaks now gone, as olive flowers; a fantasy heartless in horizon by Rome hills, a sea of loss is what we lost before to the ebbing across the fight of mind, let it turn away and leave; … Read More death in the ocean.
Of one memory, one for the end of the dark does not lie, I will not lie in it; darkness perfused I shut the window; here he bleeds, here he lies, though nothing is there. In furrows, mercy, it is laughable. The Earth succinct in waves in a lonely larva the dead poet’s dreams. Stand under my umbrella, we embrace in impassioned poverty of … Read More A sea becomes.
The sea and mind in gelid movement acquiesces to the euphoria in the distant laughter of gradual woven lines of darkness; let it die a thought in the consciousness of bare winter after dark and dark a derangement in the cold falls inside glistening we’re hiding in the silence; I hide within my mind. No promises of mine … Read More no promises.
If ever I were to meetthe dream by sea-green eyesas they sleep, a beveled glassyet a reverie, I would imposeupon those that leftin the legs of wombto a leave-taking of melancholyas death alone drownsas the darkened sunset drowns. A sway of dark weeps,the ocean bleeds in the lithe rockswaddled at the surfdebased into what is leftthat cannot die,It was a dream that wasn’t mine. … Read More a dream that wasn’t mine.
Sometimes I wonder who you were, what kind of person you were. You were my father’s father. You are dust now. You are in the death of an ocean well. This glow like an oil lamp through my window as I write on the anointed page, I thought of you tonight; a star-still night that moves enraged shores on a pioneer of darkness. You … Read More Grandfather. (Prose)