Gothicarus: Part VI – Spells
Serial Poem But the world turns around us, Which allowed her to forget, For even years at a time, What her own sins did abet. Buried deep beneath her work, Her accomplishments, her plans,...
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Spirits Of The Dark
Poem Wearing the night the deer inhales the winter air steam looking at the grass the bird catches midnight snacks blood screaming the world the fox observes the moon white licking its coat...
A Christmas Poem for the Lonely
Poem I know the sleigh bells are ringing and the Furs are more Noble than they are any other time of the year. Fire places usually dark and dusty are finally lit and...
That One Day at IKEA
Poem Walking a lot in flip-flops As everyone shops Blisters forming From the chaos Patience and integrity Slowly untying Decision knots So many options So tired and lost Whatever, flip a coin Let’s...
Wearing Another Skin
Poem About Self-Reflection Taste me to see — just … go on and on and on She never complained, she just let her reflection take the blame left them all hanging What kind...
