libertines
she was an oldest profession ploy
so much desired as
most ardent satisfaction
a prelude to my vanity
i gave in instantly a supporter of the arts
at time of a poetic cholera writing
my poems of approximate death of self
on the wings of my pale passion
her path of light touch entered as a
a shady cloud of dust hiding the glimpses
of [...]
As Though it Were Yesterday
Eight years have passed and
I still remember the pain in
Your eyes that June afternoon
As though it were yesterday.
I wanted to reach out to touch
You – hold you – brush the
Tears from your eyes.
Instead, I sat – motionless –
Silent – fearing your rejection.
Every so often, you
Invade my thoughts –
Forcing me to wonder
How different our lives
Might have [...]
What If I Called This Romance?
Something so bright it vanishes,
Beyond believability,
To suffer a feeling I’ve never known.
Vanquished by my vanity.
If only the curtain never closed,
If there was more to the act,
What if the road to forever was real,
And the pavement never cracked?
My mind plays tricks and calls them dreams,
But am I really there?
If I feel my feet on the ground,
It [...]
Whaleshead
(A poetic tale written with a bit of Scottish parlance)
Have ye not known the tale of
The Whaleshead? A black awful time
It was – gripped by such a dread fright –
When a raging sea, wroth with hunger, stole
Near a hunner or two more a sad sorry souls
And sent um down, a-feared and a-shriekin,
To Davie Jones afore [...]
“Influenced” by Katalyn Louis Parks
You’re more than this,
And greater still,
It’s just the teasing of your heart.
Unremitting consequences,
Beaten down,
By something docile as a dart.
It yearns again,
It powers through,
This is a bad example of me.
I’ve hit my peek,
And this is it,
But there’s still something I have to be.
I hear sobbing,
Is it mine?
Am I even in the room?
There’s something less,
I’m greater than,
But [...]
A Soothsayer’s Rune
A bard misplaced in time
Paints portraits in moist soil
And buries dreams in cloth
As sky glows evening blue
And black crows caw from wing.
Night veils its secret thoughts
In mist within the grove
Unto which she is drawn
To enter a portal
To the forgotten side.
Warm breezes brush her knees
At fringe of thin tunic
As old minstrel poets
Recite prophetic verse
From atop ancient [...]
Setting Your Writing Price Doesn’t Always Represent Your Writing’s Worth
Some writers have it tough trying break out of the persona of the starving artist. Another issue many writers face is dealing with the fact that other writers in different niches or focus areas might raise an eyebrow when the subject of money comes up. If you ever want to see virtual sparks fly, be [...]
The Ghostwriter’s Booksigning
I went to a book signing for a book I wrote the other night–only another person, a kind doctor, signed the books. The cover of the book features his smiling face and this same image graces the posters that were propped all around the store.
But it would be impossible for you to find even the [...]
The Lost Scent of Orange Blossoms
I grew up in
Southern California
Where my family
Ate home cooked
Meals together.
That world died
A horrible, slow death.
Murdered
Like in a horror movie—
A corporate hit job.
Bulldozers and chain saws
Killed it and
Dragged the corpses off
Without a trial.
The replacements were
Televisions,
Fast food,
Video games,
Internet;
Reality shows.
Back in that magical,
Childhood kingdom
Where kids cultivated imaginations
There was an orange grove
Across the street.
The tree man
In kaki pants
And black [...]
Warrior Of Light Issue nº 179 - The first cardinal virtue: Faith
First we spoke in this space of the seven capital sins. The series enjoyed a wide repercussion among readers, which made me very happy. But what about the seven cardinal virtues?
The sins come before the virtues. As a wise man said, he who has not sinned has no merit in his virtue – because he [...]
