Tag: creative writing

holiness spreads underground as pilgrims prostrate and bury their heads in dirt

winter at dawn the lethargy of damp earth creeps into bones

what power is like you ask: it refuses to share its leash

winter morning the smell of ozone disturbs the circuitry of living drones

madness is the only term for this: when stars and cosmic darkness leak from the edge of dreams

there are things in the mist that speak softly when you lose your way in the forest trail dangerous things that will deny you warmth and sustenance an eagerness for otherworldly deviance

winter dawn silence is declared sacred ground

swords replanted into the battlefield war never ends does it

certainty is gently exiled

the deep remembers every drowned face l