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Even God can't save the man
To whom the world is forfeit.
Kneeling
I shall meet you on your knees. Be it in the dark wood where all paths are out of reach,Or at the foot of the child’s bed, where fragile hope strives to prevail. There I shall be. When you kneel at the railings.Of the alter,Of the hospital bed. When the last flicker of long-lived life leaves their eyes.When their desperate pain consumes your life. I shall meet you there. It matters not your…
As Atlas Did
And I would kneel as Atlas did.I would bear a thousand pains, if only it would spare you the same. Bow my head before the lash, take with a grin the stroke of the knife.Just as long as you kept your life. I would wander as Job, my darling.Stand unsleeping for a thousand nights, just so your head may stand to heights. Yes, I would bear a life forever alone, never again wet my lips.Just hold to…
A Voice
And this I say to you, you shall create a voice,and with this voice you shall bind the mind of the many.Yes, I say, create this voice and cast it as will liken the minds of all who hear.Contort it so that it shall be as honey to any who bear witness.For the meek, form something simpering and full of guile.Tempt them forward with promises of that which they fear for themselves.For the rebellious,…
After I Died
And if I could see through my eyes, after I died? The spiders crawling up the wall, following patterns on paper.Their steps more delicate than a dancer’s, worlds more vast than mine ever was. And the mice easing from hidden cracks, brown fur as well kept as a woman’s dress.They’d sniff and mark me as a monster, now beyond harm, scurry off on some secret task. What would it be that I would…
Walk Away
Here is where the paths diverge, where children born as one pull skin from skin and walk anew. Here is where the family breaks, shatters, and reseeds. Here is where everyday becomes unshared, where walls build, grow, and become solid. Here is where individuality is painfully borne, and newness happens in hiding. Here is where abandonment begins, where bittersweet tinges a happy life; a gentle…
Yonder Day
Last night, among the seeping black of first dark, I met a man with but a single eye. At the old wood of a broken bar did he sit, twisted lips sunken into a frown that would chill time. When he beheld me through that cataract sight, it was thus he cried: “Hearken, ye child! Go not among the wrights. Be they of word or pen, sword or steel, you too shall they bind.” And it was thus I beheld a…
Hour of Doe and Fawn
There are those who speak of their of their love for the golden hour, that time between summer and fall where the sun seems to pause on the horizon, providing one last light before the dark. But my love, it is with the hour of doe and fawn. In the pause that comes as day regains ground upon night. When the evening sits heavy upon fresh earth, and the air is thick with the heat and pungency of…
What once lived
Beautiful forests of color divine, growing up from rock, to one day become the same. Fledgling hawks never from the nest, new to the world, new to all life. The skies would be theirs, the storms would wet their tails. Living art on baby-breath wings. Silent and slow, they dance a dizzying pattern on unseen eddies. Plumage like plums, secret shapes only alien eyes can see. Layers upon layers,…
Words have influence, if they didn't then they would let you speak.
If Adam and Eve hadn't eaten the apple, I wonder what manner of beasts we would be.
They could have used her to explore the scarier parts of being a woman. They could have shown powerlessness, fear, the need to be safe. They could have delved the existentialism of pregnancy, the fear of motherhood. They could have demonstrated what it is to know to some you are just a thing. They could have used her as a faucet for the things not said. They could have looked into emotions, complexities, not offered in other presentations.
They could have...oh, what's the point, they would never.
Barrowmorn: Chapter 20
How it Ends The silence that followed Bagadroo’s death hung over me with crystalline fragility. For a time all I could see was his body, broken and rent, broken by me, rent by me. He was naught now but…flesh, the damage I had done evident in the fluidity of his pose. It was ironic, I had always known my own strength, always been proud to display it. Now, seeing what I had done, I found that…
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Barrowmorn: Chapter 19
In Death “Bagadroo, my friend, my kin, if what remains of you has heart and mind, then lay and let me end this properly, as it should have when you fell.” The corpse before me showed no recognition of my voice. It huffed a heavy breath and swept its head back and forth in a display of challenge. I widened my stance even as I studied it closely. As we had guessed, it’s throat was gone. It’s…
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Barrowmorn: Chapter 18
Where Dragons Belong Alas, before me now was a sight I had long since dreamed of, and had not experienced since I had come from the egg. The skies stretched to infinity before my weak eyes; trees hissed and bent beneath the might of my wings. Each breath of my great lungs brought the scent of deer in the grass, wet dew on low branches, cold air snaking beneath the canopies over which I glided.…
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Barrowmorn: Chapter 17
Above the Barrowmorn The worm-mouth gave before my feet, the rubble and rocks falling at every step I took. I growled as my weight lurched to the side, but caught myself and reached up with a wing to find a hold on the wall. Unwreth was held in my other wing, where he lay breathing hard out of fear or excitement, I could not tell. Warm air touched my nose as I stretched up toward the distant…
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Barrowmorn: Chapter 16
On Deathly Wing The Nugni began to recede back toward their territory rather quickly. The others had nearly all made it to their dens now, and I began to relax. The crisis had come and gone. The others had checked their ways and could find no trace of a Nugni passing by. None had snuck past us, and none of us had been fatally wounded. We had been fools to allow this to happen, fools to…
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