The Rose Garden. A poem.
She was a rose in thorns abound, As cliched, it seems, as that may sound, Who grew from seeds of bitterness And contempt for those she kept around. She mastered the art of formless thought, Of tactless speech and schisms … Continue reading The Rose Garden. A poem.
Abstinence. A poem.
You abstain in the light At night, small confessions Are saltwater wreaths Around your neck Dragging you along In a relegated riptide. This abstinence Has carved a furrow And driven conversations With shadows and mosquitoes Wondering when the light will … Continue reading Abstinence. A poem.
Laidback DM: Free Map – Tinsen’s Bluff
Time for a free map! I love drawing maps for Dungeons & Dragons adventures. I have far too many, though, so I give away my hand-drawn maps any chance I get. This week: Tinsen’s Bluff From a recent adventure I … Continue reading Laidback DM: Free Map – Tinsen’s Bluff
Airport Carpark. A poem.
There are far better places to while away the time, yet we continue circling like reverse-vultures. This obtuse concrete garden (no doubt designed by Daedalus, whose Labyrinth was but a flea compared to this circus) leads us astray in every … Continue reading Airport Carpark. A poem.
Elixir. A poem.
The elixir that drowns is a draught without measure, a flood like no other, an unstoppable well. ‘Tis the sweetest lifeblood, and an undying treasure brings me all the more closer to the place where He dwells. For more of … Continue reading Elixir. A poem.
Perilous Logic. A poem.
Oh, perilous logic, cast me upon the jagged knives of your perspicacity. Take these ramshackle emotions and reduce them to tears, aimless fears and accidental truths. When my ego is broken, my perspective becomes the precarious precipice upon which I’m … Continue reading Perilous Logic. A poem.
Laidback DM: Free Map – Elemental Cruxis
Time for a free map! I love drawing maps for Dungeons & Dragons adventures. I have far too many, though, so I give away my hand-drawn maps any chance I get. This week: Elemental Cruxis The party have to recover … Continue reading Laidback DM: Free Map – Elemental Cruxis
Aged. A poem.
Cranky at the portents: The breeze, it smells of winter, Even though the summer Has settled in Like a squatter, rent-free, Taking advantage Of your misdemeanours. Have your eyes aged With the rest? Or are you seeing as you did … Continue reading Aged. A poem.
Decisions. A Haiku.
You stand on the cusp Of an end and beginning Afraid of your choice For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book … Continue reading Decisions. A Haiku.
Fences. A poem.
I thought I’d mend some fences Build them up to break them down Fill in all the trenches Dig the mines up from the ground I thought I’d build some bridges And meet you in the middle No more complex … Continue reading Fences. A poem.
Code. A poem.
I am yet to crack the code, the enigma that I see. These thoughts temptation sowed, this conundrum that you’ve been. I will try each combination, I will twist and turn and pry and after a long privation, I will … Continue reading Code. A poem.
Laidback DM: Free Map – Ruined Tower and Crypts
Time for a free map! I love drawing maps for Dungeons & Dragons adventures. I have far too many, though, so I give away my hand-drawn maps any chance I get. This week: Ruined Tower and Crypts Here’s a map … Continue reading Laidback DM: Free Map – Ruined Tower and Crypts
Poets Loved: Epith. By Carol Muske-Dukes.
Epith. By Carol Muske-Dukes. Here’s the little dressmaker on her knees at your feet, mouth full of pins: fixing you in the dummy’s image. Your belled satin shivers like a goblet of fizzled brut– You wanted it late in life, … Continue reading Poets Loved: Epith. By Carol Muske-Dukes.
Upstart Photographer – Rock
I take photos. I write poems. Chalk and cheese. Not. Cheers Steve 🙂 Rock. A poem. Rock of ages, how do you stand so firm and undeniable, when every dog has its day with you? For more of my poetry, … Continue reading Upstart Photographer – Rock
The Music in Me. A poem.
Why the sadness, the music tugging at heartstrings in pizzicato fashion, stretching my angst beyond reproach? Why the darkness, flowing in a syrup-like tsunami, to swallow my horizons and the shoulder I’ve hung my head upon? This rhythm and rhyme … Continue reading The Music in Me. A poem.
