My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Our Haunting
“that subtle serpent slithered
like a dark—vaporous spirit
rising from aches of stony deeps
to flood our peaceful home…”
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..."
