World Building: Shaman

Dear Reader, Our last world building post brought us to a far Western Island in a different universe than our own, while I directed everyone to sit before a stranger, a shamanic individual, a wise person on this floating ball of dirt and metal. His gaze shifts across each of your faces. Judging, perhaps gauging…

Recently Published Work

I wrote these poems with my childhood in mind as well as children I have helped raise over the years between my own, families and friendships. As with tips, a purchase is never required, any royalties will go towards the crafting and future project fund for this blog. Thank you so much for your interest…

Coat Wings

On the soft winter freeze Deaths hands creeping in Finding warmth under hearth Resting rump on long forgotten coals Soft decay floats on atmosphere Lonely voice echos in hallways Passage ways through the fog Calling forth the Damned Rowing forever to forsaken beat Boom boom boom dramatic pause Boom boom boom Deaths voice Carrie’s on…

My Haunting

I’m the shadows it lurks, For a time the it rests, Silence, then, demanding presence unfolds, It roams and stalks, It is a force of chaos, Taking freedoms, Chaining relationships, Framing fantasies, Making love on lofty imaginations, Unwanted attentions, It’s comprehension descends.

Riding

Riding the waves down deep, Sheets fold and shift underneath, Take me and keep me, Work me till I sweat beneath, Lovers twisted tide, Drowning in your love, Underneath moving in time, To your caboose, While drinking Champaign and wine, Ambidextourous we dance in unforgivable chains,

Revenge

Tree’s rush by at the river’s edge, Forced breath rushes out of tired lung, Jagged rocks cut at flesh, Piranhas bite rips apart, Blood dying water red, Wild velvet rapids unfold, Forging new river beds with untold death, Village laid to waste, At edge of sword and conquistadors torch, Jungle ravaged by war, Vicious hunters…

ToGether

One morning I looked in the mirror, Standing there looking twenty years older, Mentally believing myself twenty years younger, A sailor, living the dream, High seas of life, ports of dreams and fantasy, Head over heels for the love of my life, Now bitterness separates us, Vowing to throw love in the river, Rowing the…

BARN OWL

Swift and wise is the old Barn Owl Sought after for wisdom and encouragement Her blessings are treasured And stored in the heavens As she seeks the ultimate wisdom From the oldest owl Her talons sharpened by hundreds of kills Her beak a deadly dagger Her powerful wings crash with might And a powerful hoot…