For Dwale
#19 of unimportant verse about important people literally no combination of words could ever do dwale justice, but i'm made entirely of compulsions, so i don't really have a choice but to try.
Untitled Poem
We crawl through moist humus like millipedes, Feasting on dirt and dead, crumbling leaves While striped skies cycle through violet hues, While time's kisses take the shape of a bruise. Endeavors wear the warmer years away, Reduced at last to...
Fragment's of Life's Heart - Transitions
Owen transitions - mog moogle the mistress of tidwell manor - renee carter hall yet time and distance - kris carver polynomials - fever low raise your voice - stefano "mando" zocchi going out - t c powell harvest home - altivo overo the foreigner - dwale
A Gentleman of Strength
_A Gentleman of Strength_ _By Dwale_ It had been an ill-omened tournament. Ame's train had been delayed twelve hours due to unseasonal flooding, then he'd gotten lost between the station and the hotel. He'd been unable to get a cab and was forced...
Untitled Poem
My flame low, frail as foam, We made a change of hateful acreage, Bitter course which I was bound To: trim the wick or quench the embers, Quick to cut the candle down And I would be your psychopomp And you would be my ward And I...
"Behesht"
"Behesht" When father died, I cleansed his remains and wrapped them in a sheet, then secured them in a sling I'd fashioned ahead of time. His thirty-five-kilogram corpse strapped to my back, I made the long climb up the dusty steel ladder of the...
The River In The Mist
2 part 2 https://www.thevoice.dog/episode/the-river-in-the-mist-by-dwale-part-2-of-2 i apologize for the formatting.
Dirt Garden (poetry)
My garden of foxtails and milk-thistle, Alive and wild, more so than tended rows In growth, has died. I killed them a little, The crab-grass clumps, Datura and nettle. "Time and time, I commit these small murders, To whose benefit?" I ask why and...
Poem for Children Wishing to Summon Evil Spirits
On Hallow's Eve, beneath the sky Take the implements described To some obscure, untraveled place, The knife, the flame, the words to say. A pentagram would surely do, But pick which symbol pleases you And draw it out with steady care, Then...
Wishing Well
I remember that one late August night, Watching the moths mob the lantern's amber Light, the summer wind playing with the flame, Your ebon hair, swaying, caressed your neck. I saw you swallow. I envied your spit. You looked upward to the wild...
Poem for my Deceased Lover
Seven days had passed when I heard you died, A missive in the warm morning hours, dawn Rose, and no one said how I should go on, Or ford this moor without my only guide. Flown to space by what callous earth destroyed, I chase the long-flying...
The Darkness of Dead Stars
"The Darkness of Dead Stars" It was standard procedure that personnel awoken from cold sleep were granted four things: a bathroom, a caffeinated beverage, a meal and an hour to shake off the cobwebs. Ordinarily the cafeteria would have been all...