Mistolin, Compassionate to the Bereaved, Hear Me
He came to me when sunset filled the room. He smelled of sweat and sweet grass, as he does. His face was like the dark side of the clouds. His fangs were blooded. Dirt clung on his claws. His bruises purpled underneath his mane. His eyes were sad,...
Cold Front
Grey mountains march at the edge of the sky. Dark mountains glower through a narrowed eye. From shadowed mountain vales comes a breeze long blest And the wind rises silent from the dark northwest. It rushes as it rises like a half-remembered...
The Holy Mountain of Vengeance
In the land of seven rivers, where the gates of death are builded, Stands a mountain (I can see it on the days when clouds are lifted) That is sacred to Odurum of the everlasting anger, (Who sets the forest blazing with his everlasting anger,) They...
This Poem Is Haunted
This is the house that he built out of breath. That was his living. This is his death. These are his clothes, though he needs them no more. Those were his shoes, left outside the door. These are peeled grapes, but pretend they're his...
I Ask Myself How Is It I Have Come
I ask myself, how is it I have come, Still so far from the sunset of my days, (I pray tis not yet sunset on my days) Unto some chamber in the maze of life Where it is possible to hear you say 'I miss you' and 'I feel your absence in The...
I Do Not Fear A Season Without Hope
I do not fear a season without hope: Catastrophe upon catastrophe, When love is every day a little bit Made more a crime. When cruelty becomes The only virtue men know how to praise. When all but easy speeches are forbid To comfort cruel men. I...
Maybe All Confessional Essays Should Be Written In Blank Verse
This started as a question, in my head. Why can I not write love a happy end? Why, when I try, must I write mourning, loss, Bereavement and the need for elegy? I write unto my husband, whom I love, And it becomes a prayer for his soul. I write...
The Last Journey Of Theodore Vulcek, Leader, Beloved Husband, and Pack Brother
I read this myself on the voice of dog, and you can listen to it here: https://www.thevoice.dog/episode/the-last-journey-of-theodore-vulcek-leader-beloved-husband-and-pack-brother-by-rob-macwolf-18 "what turned you?"
Account of Presumed Ecstatic Experience during Initiation Rite in Unidentified Mystery Religion
It doesn't really matter how I died. Whether of time or tide or tiredness, But after this, the journey of my life I woke, to find myself in a dark wood. The way was lost, the night was long, and I Was more alone than I had ever been. It...
Rust River Valley Rail Crossing Three, Pop. 527
From the valley they say you are going I can see why you would. And I know As the slow grinding years Grind the hills into tears Each year grinds a little more slow. From this valley they say you are going. From this hopeless collection of...
Through the Cracks - No Farther Seek His Merits to Disclose
## Finally the titles say: Conclusion - No Farther Seek His Merits to Disclose "There still remains the chance, the hope," the fox's voice does not sound like the voice of someone who believes there's the chance, the hope, "that everything we've seen...
Through the Cracks - Only Going In Circles
## The titles say: Part 9 - Only Going In Circles The screen shows only the empty couch, for a long moment. Off camera, someone sighs, deeply. The sound of steps approach, uneven, and the sound of something more than steps: Duller than feet, rubbery,...