He shows up every third blue moon. Howling wolf cries under melancholic moonbeams, calling for my embrace before he gets swallowed back into the void of my hazy lunar dream. Stalking black panther pursues him in the black night, in hopes I don't wake soon. We're safe here. Make the move before my rogue lips... Continue Reading →
Bloom by Beau Taplin 2018. 80 pages Genre: Poetry Final Rating: 4.5 out of 5 stars Summary: A stunning collection of 140 short poems about growth and renewal from popular Australian poet Beau Taplin. Beautifully designed with several pieces to a page, Bloom offers a unique twist on age-old topics: love, grief, and learning from... Continue Reading →
The heart is a fickle creature It must never be confined to a single chamber. But rather allowed to roam freely, embracing each passion that calls out to it.
There is no melody so beautiful as the love song of a gentle breeze. Its whistle through the trees whisper lyrics of undying love as it caresses the leaves.
Such little inspiration to write anything with feeling these days. Nothing left to say, it seems. Perhaps someone might be so kind as to burn me, or draw a bit of my blood with your weapon of choice, so that I might write another lyric or two.
this small coffin of isolation recycles my every breath into air as fresh as that found in an open meadow in early spring yet it is darker than nothingness itself, and my movement is restricted by the coffin walls that hide me away, craving light i break free and dig my way to the surface... Continue Reading →
Should one fight his way through the thick forest of my sadness-- and chisel away every rock of bitterness that walls off my heart-- he will find that his efforts were in vain. I'm not hiding heaven in this heart. My heart is but a chilled cadaver for me to cut into without ever drawing... Continue Reading →
Mind games... why? Because I suck at sports and I lose interest in Monopoly as soon as that first hotel goes on Boardwalk. Because if I play with yours, then I won't have to play with my own anymore. Because my insecurities are only silenced once it sees you, the other player, fold. Because when... Continue Reading →