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
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 […]
you didn’t listen when she cried as there were bumps in the night you didn’t listen when she saw a witch in the wood you didn’t listen when she did her best in class you didn’t listen when she failed you didn’t listen to her sobbing when she didn’t make the team you didn’t listen […]
I’m slipping Scrabbling for purchase I want to climb To reach your outstretched hand Yet The toeholds are small The fingerholds smaller I jam my fingers in the cracks Crevices Moss falls away Pebbles and rock slip beneath me Clattering to the valley floor I don’t want to look down But I do There are […]
When I was in high school, Jeremiah was my best friend. I lived the farthest away from that rural school than anyone else, over in the next town. Every school morning my mom would drive me the mile from our house to the elementary school to get on an elementary school bus which would drive […]
running along dark twisting paths she dare not glance behind her she knows it is fangs and drool and glowing eyes that haunt her she trips but regains her balance keeps running, keeps running her skin damp with fear unwashed hair covers her eyes how long has she run like this her terror, his eyes, […]
My review of River Dixon’s collection of dark fiction, “The Stories In Between.”
this grey feathered mist curls around my ankles raw and damp and mucid wraps its icy fingers up my shin my rattling knees bend and collapse how many breaths taken before surrender holds my hand before the deep mist swallows me in echoes and shadows and cold shivers and haunted sighs (I wonder why I […]
