Fragmented Words

After all is said and done, will my fragmented words mean anything, to anyone?

Adrift the Sea of Creativity

I am adrift the currents of my own creativity,A shattered moon overhead, looming despondently,Gleaming on the glassy surface of these calm seas,I breathe in the stars with shuddering ecstasy,And dive down into the unfathomable deeps,Harvesting glimmering pearls of my fantasies,Clinging like barnacles to shipwrecked stories,Full of potential, romantic, tragic, dreamy,But I dare not linger too … Continue reading Adrift the Sea of Creativity →

Unintended Poetry

There is an arrangement of flowers on the small patio across from me,A collection of red Tulips and silvery Lilies, well-tended and orderly,I have never seen the owner, but their commitment was clear to see,Inspired, I planted some flowers of my own, Fuchsias and Pansies,So I was a touch shocked to see, over the course … Continue reading Unintended Poetry →

11:22PM

Jittery and anxious, he played over their conversation in his head for the seventy-third time. There was definitely something to it, right? He wasn't overthinking things - this was perfectly normal behavior (for whatever passes for "normal" nowadays, right?). He carefully typed out his thoughts, the haptic feedback turning every word into a heartbeat. SENT … Continue reading 11:22PM →

In Abjurum

As the stone grows worn from the endless rains, It recalls a time before the lands had names, Before the tall trees were torn down and chained, When the wild things roamed alive and untamed, Living to be free, unyoked, without shame, Such was the way of things, the cycle maintained Until one day They … Continue reading In Abjurum →

The Last Dragon

The Traveler flexed her fingers, clenching into tight fists before slowly relaxing. Her fingers felt raw and hot despite the chill cutting through the worn leather of her gloves. The climb up this twisted mountain had already taken the better part of the day, and the frosty path was hardly better than a game trail … Continue reading The Last Dragon →

A Peace that Comes with Rain

Eyes uplifted to distant starry heavens,As rain, like the mercy of an unkind god,Mingles with the naked, innocent tearsOf the ignorant, the pitiful, the unloved,Washes away the pain of living.

A Writer’s Curse

There are frightful ailments innumerable,to which writers are often susceptible:Writer's Block, Carpel Tunnel, Hot Cornea,but most dreaded is Partum non Eximia,that terrible disease called the Writer's Curse.It's when you've written something brilliant,But someone else did it better, first.

Hollow feelings at the end

The book closes, done,Another story complete,The mythic arc ends,The hero's journey over,Yet here I am, incomplete.

Spring snow in the garden

My garden is white,Blanketed in sudden snow,As the breathless frost,Kissed my poor, surprised flowers,Now, delicate statuettes.