in her eyes swim stars and sky’s sadness an ocean of veils summer’s brutal lusts and a touch of the forests of whimsy from her eyes fall amber-coated memories and delicate rainbow fancies darkness swells her eyes close a bed of salted dream dust rolls down flushed cheeks goodbye tara caribou | ©2019
Pain You’ve made me who I am today I should thank you I really should From the crushing of my young soul To the tearing of my child’s body Can’t forget the burning of callous words Or the maiming of my wounded spirit Not to mention the repeated ripping out of my feathers I should […]
Here’s one from my book, Fallen Star Rising, a poem which I have not published before. Buy it here for a signed copy or here from my distributor or here if you’re a fan of globe-wielding corporations.
–Ignite– Inhale sandalwood embers Smoke seeps from the corners of her eyes Drifts past her cheeks Soot trails Maps of tears Wispy withering clouds Caress then fall away Skin bright Dewdrops etched Step out trailing vapor Swirling ‘round ankles Falling free Cracked and fracture Dropping pieces Leaving behind crumbs Glass shards Finger prick Bloody sliver […]
at first there was excruciating, agonizing pain sweat on my lip, my heart beat erratically my breathing was uneven, ragged my heart paused skipped, missed, paused again I stopped breathing I kept staring at the window blind without really seeing anything at all everything stretched and elongated like separating a yolk from the white I […]
One wrong misstep Misplaced word Lost or perhaps unspoken Transformation from angel to… Something else electrifying Terrifying Arms spread wide Fingertips glowing Chin to chest Slowing rising Like a crucified messiah Hair spreading out lifting Energetic aggressive current Kkkkzzzapping Pops snaps Eyes widening Jaw drops Released cloudburst of energy Bright screams Blue light radiates out […]
If you walk an overgrown trail not far from here which weaves its way through the wood you’ll chance upon should you be looking a familiar moss-covered boulder though you never perceived it there before Yet it will draw you in should your eyes chance upon it you’ll find your feet straying off the path […]
every indigo evening I scoop up the night sky within the palms of my dirty earth-stained hands there’s still the dark damp soil of the day’s passing beneath my nails and the dried banks of river beds from those afternoon tears still, I pick out the stars and the space dust and the sun-smudged traces […]
Hello there short story writers! Want to be a part of an amazing anthology project and see your story published? Raw Earth Ink is opening submissions for this year’s short story collection: Static Dreams – A Dark Anthology from Twisted Minds. Here are the rules. Genre: dark fiction, dark humor, twisted subject matter. Not allowed: […]
I’m around… sort of. Summer in Alaska. Busy. I’ve been the last few days doing a type of subsistence fishing called set-net. It’s moderately labor intensive but worth it to teach others the “old ways”. So here are a few pics, should my view interest you. Mostly silver salmon, which is exactly what I wanted. […]
