A Letter.
Hi SS, I know you’re not going to read this. I know these words are simply an elegy sent out into the wires, read by strangers and not the intended. I had never before connected with anyone the way we … Continue reading A Letter.
To the Ground. A poem.
Reap the whirlwind of your faith The circuitous tirades and malcontent Of a tyrant fettered in disbelief Hyperbole and untruth May it shake you to your core And tear your existential mockery of existence To the ground. #BlackLivesMatter For more … Continue reading To the Ground. A poem.
Night Conversation. A poem.
The ebon flame burns Long and fulsome Requited and requisite Melding two minds into one The art of conversation Once lost, now unearthed We discover the profound While digging for treasures Our holy grounds desecrated In only the best of … Continue reading Night Conversation. A poem.
All Apologies. A poem.
What did I see? Mirage or destiny? Outstretched hand, grasping for life And failing so miserably Seems you weren’t the one for me We misread the contours of the land Now what’s left is all apologies For more Poetry, click here. … Continue reading All Apologies. A poem.
Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 – Week 13
Hi all, Over the last few weeks I’ve been posting some warts-and-all email summaries of the Curse of Strahd campaign I ran in 2017. This is the first campaign I started sending summaries to players by email after each game … Continue reading Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 – Week 13
Treason. A haiku.
A treason of lies Trumped again, America Time to vote him down #BlackLivesMatter #Vote For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, … Continue reading Treason. A haiku.
The Last Word. A poem.
The last word Is a flail across my back Stripping flesh bare to bone A blood eagle worthy of Vikings Exposing heart and soul And ready for the killing thrust Your pain mingles with my own As you strike again, … Continue reading The Last Word. A poem.
So Many Ghosts. A poem.
So many ghosts Pleading from the past Negotiating with the future Throwing off chains And screaming from rooftops For attention in a sea Of ignorance Don’t shut your eyes and ears For these many ghosts Are deserving of respect And … Continue reading So Many Ghosts. A poem.
Democracy. A haiku.
Democracy died Because tyranny, it won. TAKE BACK THE POWER. #BlackLivesMatter #Vote #FuckTrump For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available … Continue reading Democracy. A haiku.
March. A poem.
Your clubs and fists Your horses and mace Cannot quell or diminish Voices united as one To drown out despots And desperate hypocrites Who would hold us down With guile and inequity We march and pray We cry for justice … Continue reading March. A poem.
Shores. A poem.
They stand on distant shores With the distance between (Insurmountable? Never) The ocean, just a puddle Some are unwilling to cross #BlackLivesMatter For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and … Continue reading Shores. A poem.
Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 – Weeks 6-12
Hi all, Over the next few weeks (months, years, who knows) I’ll be posting some warts-and-all summaries of several campaigns I’ve run in the past. This is one from 2017 – The Curse of Strahd. Some of it will be … Continue reading Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 – Weeks 6-12
Protest. A poem.
Why march, you say. Why raise their fists in protest? If you have to ask, you haven’t been paying attention. Look outside and see the injustice. Look outside and see the fear, and the loss, and the indescribable pain so … Continue reading Protest. A poem.
Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 (Weeks 4-5)
Hi all, Over the next few weeks (months, years, who knows) I’ll be posting some warts-and-all summaries of several campaigns I’ve run in the past. This is one from 2017 – The Curse of Strahd. Some of it will be … Continue reading Laidback DM: Curse of Strahd 2017 (Weeks 4-5)
The Sum of All. A poem.
I was indisposed And exposed And all my fears And dreams And insecurities Came home to roost Like a feast of crows That consumed me And spat me out The sum of all My many woes For more Poetry, click … Continue reading The Sum of All. A poem.
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