My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Things We Do Not Speak
“Down the unlit alleyway
I have recklessly meandered for years
locked within a maze of my own making…”
Deep Waters
“Imagine a wilderness trail that intertwines its story with the calm and soothing babble of a river’s youthful legacy…”
My Avalanche of Darkness
“it begins with a quiet sensation / the odd feel of a distal tremor / then it quickly descends into a panic of total emotional abandonment and physical desperation”
I’m a Stranger in a Strange Land
“the days are getting shorter now
as dark storms spin a cunning entrance
gathering fears below my autumn realm…”
What’s in a Name?
"dark waters haunt me—
with my Scottish name—Douglas
meaning dark river..."
A Raven’s Haunt
“an unkindness of dreary—obscure ravens
preach precariously upon my pitiful perch “
A Silver Solitude
“once, I labored deep—in a massive silver mine
packed in the rusted vise of a sinking cage
we quickly plunged down a vertical mineshaft”