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Two Point Creek
Quiet footsteps and hushed voices passed down our street, knocking gently on doors, afraid to break the sleepy peace within. Behind them followed a wake of dread that settled like cement into the heart of anyone who heard the news. “Been there a few days…” “Just barely started to rust…” “Looks…
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Coronation
The realm has crowned a new kingBorn under stars devoid of prophecyRaised not as warrior, mage, alchemist, or princeGiven reign over no subjectsGranted no quest to seek glorySpoken of not in fear, reverence, or aweScion of the Earth; veins filled with no royal bloodYet now standing at the altar of truthBowed to by invisible masses…
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The Search for Sand
I see a figure standing hereHidden within the shadowed hallHead bowed in grief, consumed by fearForetelling how the world will fall. Beside them one who laughs at deathSets fire to their solemn soulThe spark is lit and fanned by breathOf hurricanes and rock ‘n’ roll ‘Cross oceans red with rebels’ bloodWith sights set on a…
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More Ruins
Across a dim lit roomEye contact repeatedUnspoken words screamedWind in an abyssThe dark place we meet onceBeneath a wild-light moonAnd whispers of the space we shareBeyond something realBuried in ruins not yet builtA world we might have knownHad starlight fallen more kindly upon us
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The Witch’s Tomb
I. He pulls a tattered coat tightly about his shivering body Drags his way down a dim side street through a sleepy village His goal the warmth of a welcoming hearth to pass the night away. Behind him the shades of his past follow in somber procession Calling his name, calling his name But he…
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The Hillside, or The Pallbearer
It doesn’t matter how carefully I walk on wet grass— The water always finds a way to seep into my shoes. Strange thought to have when carrying what I am. Four of us lead the way to the hillside. The dead here are buried high up To make their ascent just a little easier. Beneath…
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Ghost Ship
The rock thrown out of the deep, pummeled by iron waves that seek to tear it back beneath the surfaceA ship glides empty like a wooden desert, lost upon swells that cannot feel it, bleaching dry when the sun can find its way through the gray aboveSea-soaked sails with holes like the moon fly above…
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Winter Comes
As the world freezes, doorways are opened to a sleeping darkness.Some try to keep hold of the sun’s warmth, but it must melt away,A slow march, time pulling a long night over the worldMarked by a solstice—night of ice and shadow when dread lords walk the EarthWorshipped by followers who cannot see the light beyond…
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If I Could Choose
When I’m near you, I don’t know what to do with my handsOr where to look. If I could choose, I would look nowhere else but at you.When I see you, the words I’ve mulled over for days To make just right are suddenly gone.If I could choose, I would give you my soul to…
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Ritual By the Sea
When I came to the cove, I knew it immediately as the place I sought. The wind that had battled my advance across the open sea died as I brought my boat around the outcropping of rock that formed the entrance to the small harbor. I did not need to look at the aged photograph…
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In the Ash Grove
Sighs that shatter miles of still airHang between us.Breaths that break my heartWith their echoes of sadnessHang between us.Her lips carry a sad smileChin resting on perfect handEyes that cannot see The world before themBut are lost in visions Of shimmering light and colorBeyond truth and reasonWhere thought gathers in poolsAnd raindrops spill memoryUpon the…
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Somnambulist
My son Hugo sleepwalks. The first time I came upon him in the dead of night, I screamed loud enough to wake him from his trance. It was late—around two o’clock. I’d sent Hugo to bed long before but had stayed up in my study to sort through my jumbled thoughts. The hours darkened, and…
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Sometimes I Say the Wrong Thing
The rift between us grows deeper Wider With every misspoken word Every falter Every misplaced glance and second guess Bricks placed in the wall One word might tear it down But who will say it?
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Our Valley
At home in our valley Beneath the mountain of the Gods Cast ever in the shadow of their splendor While they look not at their feet But out upon the world We, darling, You and I Escape their gaze. Together we place The world at our backs And will not bow To the pressing…
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Candlelight
On opposite ends of a faded loveseat Two sit in silence The lives they gave to one another Meld into one And meet in the middle among Intertwining fingers Their hearts beat in rhythm Together Their breath whispers I love you In a room filled with Candlelight.
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