The Cellaring A moldy cold like a freshly turned grave. The smells of decaying flesh permeate the bowels of the icy basement. Cobwebs move in the dead air a soft whisper like long Spanish moss being toyed with by… Read More ›
darkness
This Day is Done
This Day is Done I love that time of day When she goes down Moment by moment Changing in front of your eyes The hues of reds and oranges Become softer Second by second Until they have faded Completely into… Read More ›
Cerebral Wildness
Excerpt from Journey To The Poetic Light Cerebral Wildness Oxymoronic To the edge of darkness In the landscape of the imagination Thoughts birthed to grow and form Where monsters sometime hide And demons whisper Brilliant ideas, images of death But… Read More ›
~ Night Eagle ~
Night Eagle Grandfather, Why do you call the owl night eagle? It does not look like eagles I know. Grandfather, it is an owl! For a moment, I thought grandfather finally lost his mind That he had become confused, Could… Read More ›
