The skies are miserable and grey today so I’m feeling a bit melancholy. When I put together poems I like to imagine the writer as a third person character. I build up the image of this character first before writing … Continue reading Epitaph to a Mask
At the beginning of January I spent a week touring the eternal city of the Caesars: Rome. As a lover of Roman history it was a dream come true, but my purpose there was not only for pleasure. It was … Continue reading Rome: Faded Splendor
A pair of dreamers. Young and fresh faced. Never seen pain, or suffering. Never had to stand over a grave. holding the spade, shouting why did you cave, to the pressures and anxieties, that your brain made, as a way … Continue reading The Dreamers Lie
Burnt-amber blossoms. Wicked white winds. Lights last lethargic lament. Starving hands, Brittle fingers, grasping claws. Reaching desperately for dawns last tears. Feeling out for memories of warmth. Recollections of a summer sapling. Solemn wild cries, darkening unfriendly skies. Whispers of … Continue reading Momento Mori
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Welcome to my quiet place; my tree-house in the woods, my rowboat on a placid lake. To those interested, here I shall share the ever-slowly untangling ball of thread that is my thoughts! Whether it be poetry, short stories, history, … Continue reading First Steps
