Narrative

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Tales of Yggdrasil: Dawn of...

Tales of Yggdrasil: Aftermath of Ragnarök

Tales of Yggdrasil: Dawn of the New World

From fiery end and watery grave,
A world reborn, lush and brave.
Green fields rise where...

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BACK From The Future

BACK From The Future


When you haven't seen
your best friend
in ten long years
and upon the moment...

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No King in My Castle

No King in My Castle

No King in My Castle

There is no king in my castle. Nor do I wish there ever to be. No...

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Washed Away

Washed Away

Washed away
in a tropical storm
swept into the gutter of lost love
down into the deep...

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6/12/24

6/12/24

Owen Andrew Grove…
8 pounds 14 ounces,
21.5” long and perfect.

6/12/24

A day...

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Dreams Worth Gold

Dreams Worth Gold

Did I ever tell you
It's in my semi-conscious
that I meet them?
not all together,...

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A pitiful tune

A blend of thoughts with no answer.

A pitiful tune

This climactic edge of isolation!
Where madness cannot be contained in the prelude. Insisting on...

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A VIEW FROM THE SOFA

A VIEW FROM THE SOFA

WITH ALL THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS
THAT SURROUND MY LIFE.

THE GLISTENING REFLECTION OF THE SUN...

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Again

Again

The bench is near where children play
And where she sits to dream and muse.
She knows her...

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Hemingway's Hideaway

Hemingway's Hideaway

And so, I walked
almost choking on my own breathlessness
tears just bursting onto my blushed...

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Architect of My Poetry

Architect of My Poetry

I'm diving into the darkest corners
of my very own abyss,
abyss I hear you say?
why...

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Mind's Eye

Mind's Eye


Looking through the windows
of my mind
I remember all my sorrow
and all of my...

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Deva Ossig, the landlady ...

Deva Ossig, the landlady (and property owner) turned rogue

Just a couple weeks shy
and seven years ago to the day,
I still remember contractual...

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THE HANDS OF JOHN

THE HANDS OF JOHN

The hands of the old man, too deep the lines I see,
The colour of paper bag browned by the sea,...

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Tales of Yggdrasil: Battle...

Tales of Yggdrasil: Bloodshed till the end

Tales of Yggdrasil: Battle of Ragnarök

In ancient times, when winters three, Without a summer’s warmth, we’d see. Fimbulwinter’s icy breath,...

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the poem

the poem

your body is my home
with open doors and
windows wide
with a garden
full of...

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Referring To Dreams

Thank You, Langston

Referring To Dreams

“One” once asked, “What happens to a dream deferred?”
With credit to his thinking
I prefer to...