The rep crossed the fiftieth mark and I let out a grunt. My aim is to reach sixty today. I am listening to Maynard Keenan repeat "Pushing me" all over again and again. I can feel the strain in my arms; the muscles contracting, wailing to not be put in that position, but I tell... Continue Reading →
Of What’s Left Of Us
Sailing towards a crimson line Drawn across the western horizon An iridescent orb bears upon us And rounds us in glorious acclaim To waters placid and quiescent Where mermaids hold still under And sing emphatic ballads of heroes Come and gone in our age Their voices streaming across our Tremulous nerves, a drone... Continue Reading →
The Rider On A Scarlet Eyed Horse
The snow was dancing merry, The wind leading the way, Singing in a howling symphony, The night wavered the day. “Come”, whispered the marauder, To his comrades hidden behind; Dressed in thick woolen white, The plunderers looked upon the prey. The village slept in snowy stupor, Huddled in blankets two fold, To lullabies of a... Continue Reading →