The blog of my stories and poetry, including "The Cleansing of Darnuth Keep" my fantasy novel, as well as humorous poetry and other poetry, science fiction and fantasy stories, as well as general writing and blogging information.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Posted by admin on June 4, 2010
We teach a child to sing
And he sings.
We ask a bird to sing
And she sings.
Then we clip her wings.
Then we tell him “no.”
So she can’t fly
And he doesn’t fly.
For safety,
So she doesn’t leave
The world we want him to know
Behind.
To do
What she was born to do
What he was born to do.
Posted by admin on June 2, 2010
A pothole.
A bump in the road or a hole down to hell?
Just one of those things
that happen in life,
Or the straw that cuts with a razor edge
And flays skin from soul?
A word?
A frown?
A curse tumbling down from uncaring mouths?
A call that never comes
from a friend
a brother
a mother.
Separation from humanity
until the human is not.
The entity is lost.
Just forgotten.
Only lonely.
Simply a hole to hell
that yesterday was once
a bump in the road.
