Sonnet IV — lost within yourself —

A purgatorial existence — In morning’s light shimmering O’er the green knoll pass, Spy’d the sparkle and glimmering Of the homestead of glass; Its glinting of stars And veneer of moon, Bely implications too far To reveal so soon; I lie in wait patiently as the day advances to noon. Searing sun o’er head…

A short horror story — Within a mighty castle, sat atop great Benbulbin, once lived a young lad by the name of Tadhg Mac Mullaghmore. A boy righteous, with fourteen winters behind him and son to the Marquess of Sligo John Mac Mullaghmore, he spent many a season alone with naught but his books and…

Misbegotten Eloquence —

I fancied a stroll through the park the other day, but the promenade called my name. I asked “What makes you the better for my steppers?” “Well, the salt spray feels nice on your face.” It was right, I did like that — but it was already raining, so I kept on keeping on…

A flaying of the mind — Beyond the coves and bays and sounds, a thick’ning fog casts ships aground, whereupon the rock, crashing waters break, and leaves the souls for brine to take. The midnight hours are sick’ning dark, heaving ghastly glowing sparks; birthing foetid remnants of space, and incomprehensible remains. In early light, the ire rests, while slowly leaching pestilence; infecting…

Halloween Poetry — Prepare to parley at the soirée reception, the partisans have arrived, we may finally begin. In the courtyard the trees are whistling in the wind, while the shadows they cast look delightfully grim. The leaves are all burning and turning at the tip, and Luna has changed into her sultry red slip…

A poem — when the mirror shatters your image is scattered — across the space and things betwixt, where roiling time saw poise and aplomb swept away by incognizance when the window falls shut your doors too close up — momentum giving way to devilish inhibitions, your pedigree searing at the past’s malcontent …

A Freeform Micropoem —