I don’t remember the exact moment I died or why my thoughts still wander beyond the grave or why my ghost cannot rest still desperately clawing postcards, letters and lonely verse into the dirt of my worm infested heart that feasts on the love and longings never read, never sent but only lost…
The Shadow Keeper
I am the keeper of shadows and their secrets that speak sharply and softly like the bitter sweet poetry flowing in the accumulation of tears Existing alongside their ghosts that leave me haunted by their words gathered and scattered like wounded thoughts, like scars star shaped and wished upon under the moonlight of these ravished…
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Kill The Messenger, an insomniac’s collection of darkness, defiance, questioning and counting losses, dissecting dreams, battling depression and the memories that sting like madness, like rage that leaves deep wounds in the heart of love marred by the scars lingering like bitter obsessions, like hope, like sorrow waking to survival, life in spite of the…
December’s Ghost
as I enter the small death of winter, slip into the darkness of its aging, aching skin I find that those memories of long ago days remain, lingering still, somewhere in the shadowy corners of these dust covered dreams buried where my darkest secrets are kept in the growing distances I keep as close…
Three Words
fall like delicate drops of blood from the raging wounds that corrupt as they soothe; A calming yet never tamed is the wild heart though caged in the screaming whispers of a shivering warmth for the lonely companionship of the comfortably disturbed always looking for that exit in the dark where love comes as a…
Ghost Children and the Haunted River
Tiny creatures, eerie and child like visit me in the nights I am sleepless playing games of hide and seek under my eyelids where in half dreams I see them watching with their over sized heads the shape of rotting melons and their sunken in eyes, hard, endless dark pits of decaying innocence taunting me…
Time of Death
slipping into the slow rot of a cadaver’s skin laid out on a cold gurney I am dreaming of lost and forgotten journeys trapped in the morgue of my own thoughts traveling between worlds back and forth to and from the nowhere nothingness of places where the nothingness never ends unable to wake though…
Family Tree
“dark, broken and bent and resting against a rusty barbed wire fence it looms hauntingly; every branch sharp as a blade and every dead and dying leaf bears a blood stain” I re-trace the steps of my ancestors past down the rabbit hole and back from the brutal and bloody battles fought and lost within…
