Category: Poems
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Where the Walls Are Living Flesh
Where the walls are living flesh and windows like eyes open on the world, blood drips as mortar and pools in the deep places…
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Of Summer Air
Down on spiral drafts that smell of madness, into the echoing insanity that lies in wait…
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The Fruiting Tree
This that fell from the stars— new poison in the reservoirs drawing our eyes up and away on walkabouts to find the fruiting tree…
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Millennia
A stirring in primeval shadows, given out to dreams that fell from the sky. Blind eyes know only the promise of light…
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They Come With Dead Eyes
Take to the iron barricade and hold the gate until all the stars have fallen into shadow…
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Voiceless, Screaming
The gatekeeper was replaced when the final page turned. Bloodless shadow now seeping through to eat away at light that was already dying…
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A Shadowed Sky
There is a sadness to the light that lingers in these woods, left behind by the sun’s passing as though the trees know that the day is dying…
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Empty Eyes
My hands touched the face of a thing made clean baptized in blood and wine when no one could tell the difference…
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NEOWISE
This is a sky that speaks with the voices of prophets who looked to it in searching for the secrets of dawn…
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Mechanical Soul
Slip into the groove carved by glaciers before you and let the same song play out again and again and again…
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Cornucopia
Through lands of milk and honey he went, left behind all who watched him walk away to search for those in the shadows who still reach for the cornucopia…
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Walls that Speak
Into the cracks in the walls, crawling like ice on the face of a corpse, the words come and go sometimes…
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Waning Fire
Poison in a crystal cup red like a dead king’s blood, or a peasant’s where a thousand walk each day and night…
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Everything Left Behind
Softly the last vestige of light fades from eyes filled with gray years, gazing through an open window out to sea…
Mitchel David Ring 