My senses crucifiedMy weary soulYour goal To tear me downLike posts atA football riotTo pierce my veins And brainAnd heartAnd leave meWallowingA fish withoutA sea or coastSo I might Lose all sightThe blind amongstThe blindWandering NonsensicallyOn a whimOr on a … Continue reading Mixed Metaphors. A poem.
Next to youFar from youLike parallelDimensions Existing In quantum fluxBeside and yetAsideAnd never butAlways Distant For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Never But Always. A poem.
You thought you’d drop round and visit meBringing clouds and miseryTo rain upon my weary doorAnd highlight my bleak historyYou thought you’d walk here by my sideAnd plum the depths, right here insideTo cast a shadow over meTo drown me in the deepening tideA visitor, that comes and goesThat wracks my thoughts with heady blowsAnd burns me like a funeral pyre And leaves me spent, from head to toeYou thought you’d get away with thisBy stealing all my heartfelt blissA pseudonym for hurt and painA sorry state that won’t be missed For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Visitor. A poem.
You were here, then goneA muse for just a while A bittersweet, infuriatingAftertaste That lingers on my tongueAnd in my thoughts And linesA subtle conclusion To remonstrate And redefine An acidic fingertipDipped in inkBurning tattooed linesIn heart and skinIn remembrance … Continue reading Aftertaste. A poem.
Use this template: buildAnd make it your starting placeTo reignite joy For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Template. A haiku.
Have we forgottenThat which brought us to this placeSo we might rebuild For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Rebuild. A haiku.
I wonder now, what I would sayIf you appeared some sunny dayGracious in defeat/successNever worst and never bestOlive branch or olive oilTo smooth the wayward groundWords succinct and biting tongueTo hold me to account And as I watched you go … Continue reading How and When. A poem.
The promise of allOf who, wherefore art thouA macrocosm Of possibilityA smile to turn And shake foundations With discord and deceit Thrown awayAs if the promiseWere nothing But an empty boxHow I do wish For you to grace My world … Continue reading The Promise of All. A poem.
I dreamedOf walking arm in armDown a busy streetThe catchmentFor conversation and courtesy Conspicuously avoided in reality Where admonition and excommunication Were not memoriesBut impossibilitiesFrayed threads torn awayTo never see the light of dayAnd I was blessedTo see and feelHow … Continue reading Random Dream. A poem.
Its arrival wasPrompted with expectation, But, like new year’s resolutions,Fraught and overwroughtWith impossible destinations.Almost expectedly, the skiesClouded with ashAnd the dogged rain Turned black;Every footstep becameA baptism of fire. A great darkness nowLingered on the land,Where once great beastsStrode with … Continue reading Black Dog Rain. A poem.
Hi all, I previously posted some warts-and-all email summaries of the ‘Curse of Strahd’ campaign I ran in 2017. It was the first campaign I sent summaries to players by email after each game (I was a bit lazy prior … Continue reading Tomb of Annihilation: Weeks 21-22
Hi all, I previously posted some warts-and-all email summaries of the ‘Curse of Strahd’ campaign I ran in 2017. It was the first campaign I sent summaries to players by email after each game (I was a bit lazy prior … Continue reading Tomb of Annihilation: Weeks 19-20
Scurry: A Game that Gathers Speed is an appealing, minimalist tabletop role playing game (TTRPG) by Brian Tyrrell, published by Dungeons on a Dime Press. In Scurry, players take on the roles of small animals in a post-titan (the animals’ … Continue reading Scurry Review
To burn againIn consequenceAnd reveryOf shared intentYour funeral pyreOf dark delightYour flaming heartOf sanguine fire For more poetry, click here. Continue reading Sanguine Fire. A poem.
Change for change’s sake?In but a moment:Diaphanous currentsSurging in synapses Alive with chaotic orderAnd artful whimsyPhysical stimuliAnd mental conduitsForming hypothesesAnd convolutionsTactical geometries Measured blindly withWitheringly disturbingAccuracy and graceProclivities and practicalitiesProactively balancedWith erstwhile aestheticsAnd perfected symmetries And in a moment (or … Continue reading Change for Change’s Sake. A poem.
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