New Fields

we set off – fearless travelers in tireless pursuit aware of the perils lurking on the periphery – baren satchel bereft of utility endowed with promise – handful of possibility a crumb of opportunity – making camp where others fear to tread lightly into the fangs and furnace lit to bar our path – coated…

Song of a Dwarven Bard

the dour witches douse their hair in burgund’ wine of vine so sweet in oaken casks of forest fair feet brushed in earthen moss of peat – bewitching verse beyond the light a fiendish curse upon their heads sharp cackles rise and bring with fright such horrid fancies rife with dread – in dead of…

Til I Get it Right

not that anyone asked but i feel like a hack – sometimes bursts of inspiration come an overwhelming onslaught catching me off guard knocking me off my feet tossing me into a free fall whilst i careen headlong into a stone wall lined in razor sharp disappointment – i was watching youtube while contemplating this…

Work of Art

everyday is a fight a struggle a contest – testing your mettle your resolve your tenacity against yourself – you have to punch and kick and scratch and claw towards a better tomorrow – never forgetting the past or the present – those scars are marks of passion of the skinny years just before you…

Hungry Girl

hungry – girl starving in a world of plenty begging for scraps as the diners line their tables in spent napkins and fluids – bones piling beans and half-eaten rolls soaking in gravy – ice crystal clear melting coke spilling over the brim – tabletop doused syrup and meat juice squalid indulgence excess – gluttony…

Fortune and Despair

the hum of the engine hapless soundtrack of the unfamiliar at every turn a new decision – sitting in the cabin no passengers at my side whilst huge barreling mechanical behemoths pass with thunderous aplomb – so proud so steadfast and sure speeding down the pitted mat surpassing me at every turn – dizzying barrage…

You’re Fine

boil in the pan bubbling over agitated and inflamed a sore wound weeping – all the pressure the build-up awaiting the pop – acid blood coursing through my veins stinging rush chest pain and headaches clenched fists ready to grip him by the collar to swing and meet the jaw that spews sewage indiscriminately –…

Morning – A Haiku

morning spent alone rattling distant railroad tracks grey sky and treeline