The Mountain Inn

The inn seemed precariously placed upon the steep face of the mountain, held in place by a few well-placed beams and a lattice of weather-worn wood. To hear the building creak in the middle of the night was to quietly wonder if this was the day it was to fall into the valley below. Sitting … Continue reading The Mountain Inn →

Again

This warning was written,Upon the ruins of state,Made by poor shadows:"I am the danger of pride,The end of all cruel empires."

Knit Mufflers

Freezing rain falling,Cutting through this knit muffler,Wrapped around my head,Whenever I sigh through it,I thank you for your present.

Neglected Correspondence

An old box of notes,Our loving correspondence,Yellowed with neglect,The words now illegible,Yet your perfume clings to them.

Black Lake

Black lake, dark as night,Glimmering with nothingness,Drifting clouds reveal(In this shy embrace, broken),A moon close enough to touch.

Cool Valentines

Winter lends coolness,To the raw heat of the day,Killing misty dreams.Lovers cling together, inDesperate idolatry.

Supposed to be Broken

I've a bit of broken in me,I'm not sure what it is,But it doesn't really hurt either,Time is the healer of all wounds,But what can repair the damage,Of a thing supposed to be broken?

The pen hovers still

The pen hovers still,Frozen like midwinter thoughts.While ink slowly dries. How did I write, then,In those days before you came,Bringing me such joy?Now that you are gone from me,My shattered art weeps such words. Joy taught me the skills,That gives life to hollow thought,Arranged in sad forms.

Settling in with the Setting Sun

Her toes curled in her damp socks, drying in front of the little space heater beneath her desk. A cup of coffee-milk (to call it milk-coffee was to stretch towards fantasy) moved around her face: first to her left cheek, then her forehead, over to the right cheek, her lips, and then back again in … Continue reading Settling in with the Setting Sun →

A Reminder

I wish I forgave you your faults,And perhaps been more aware of mine,But I'm a coward,And left you behind,So this poem has no purpose,Just a reminder that I fucked up,And the fault was entirely mine.