Redacted Ballade
Once there was a pharaoh heir In Egypt-land, as preachers sing, Who thought it really wasn’t fair To praise his aunt for anything. Though swift and sharp may chisels ring, Hatshepsut’s name continueth Still heard. She still remains a king. ...
Solar Eclipse, Saturday October Tenth
The light has turned the color of the shadows on his jawline, The color of the scent of fur and stubble on his jawline. And I? I can do nothing. This is happening regardless Of anything my will could try to do but won't attempt to. His shadow fills...
"I Am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger," Mistolinic Text
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe. But there's no sickness, toil, or danger In that far land to which I go. I'm going there to see my father. Said he would meet me when I come. I'm only going into the...
Blank Verse Essay On the Treachery of Hope
You must learn how to live and not to hope For hope will be a luxury ere long. For hope can be both manacle and chain. For hope can keep you too spellbound to run Until the waters rise too high, and boil. You would not be the first. In ages...
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...
Either Your God Hates Me Or Your Religion Doesn't Work
If you are queer, and still hold to some faith Of whatsoever christian sect, then I Have no desire to undermine with doubt What must remain a precious source of strength, And must have been most difficult to keep. So please do not regard what I...
Autoimmune Scarring of the Myelin Sheath
The coming summer heat looks to be cruel As ever it has been. Grey autumn can Not easily come soon enough for me. And what an evil fate is ours, my love, That such embittered words should ring so true. That at the highest loft of light and...
History Repeats Because Those Who Write It Write Repetition
First they came for the socialists, and I spoke out-- Because I had read That Poem. Loved its pathos, Its tragedy, And its warning. They came for natives, black people, immigrants, refugees-- And I spoke out. They came for the poor...
The Ballad of Terry Chaplet
Miss Chaplet wandered down the winding path of Memorial Park, lingering by each knot of conversation long enough to get the gist of the current story. If anyone had been watching, they'd maybe describe her as looking at each like camp like someone...
Ragnarok - I
Somewhere it was autumn, and the trees Hung undecided, torn between the fear Of concrete skies and black obsidian nights And clung to fading leaves, yet still they felt A dark desire to let the summer drop, To scatter to the wind their...
Ragnarok - VII
"I died not," Varr breathed shallowly, "I woke Midmorning, by a gentle brook. How far I'd skirmished from satanic swamplands I Had no surmise. Three days I nursed my wounds, And then I took the mission meant for Luke, To warn the Old Man. As I...
Men Of Culture And Good Breeding
I ought not invocate. In this place, I should be more careful. Of old when muses took a poet’s soul, they would be gentle, Would speak their piece, would have their say, would work their inspiration And then begone again. It was polite, benign...