Dungeon Master (Haiku)   Creator of worlds Master of dungeons and fear Like herding felines.

Running   Running Out of time We carry sand In our pockets Weighted with hope We stumble Grasping for more But it is heavy The sand spills The clock quickens And we find ourselves Running C. Churchill

cw: none Singing alone was very different from singing in front of another: when the canary finally sang again, it sang in front of those sweet, gentle hands, its friends. It was not lifted and put to work, but there was applause. It thought, perhaps,…

I have bound the sunset in a tower, Scoured the beaches formed of oaken rain. I have parted monumental shades of night To find Mirror cliffs, with mist all twisted into Helical clouds pinned by opportunity, And the forest of the lonely. I have taken…

I like the idea I had going here but I’m tired and my brain can’t think through long thoughts.   Hour 18 used prompt   It’s odd to feel almost haunted When I spend time with them They are still here Still real But they…

Maybe it is just me a lifestyle that robbed me of language under attack by enemies, real and imagined cheated by phantoms whining and gnashing Maybe it’s just me and the alienation isn’t real when you can’t see it.

He there when existence began reality’s sonata. Resonant in its authority and importance in a bid to obtain affirming stigmata. Resounding lives ever fail to perceive the clarity of oblivion. Oblivious to the purity of the void’s song, sung in hell’s season. He was the…

Come down off the saddle can’t here you from all the way up there Isn’t it better to see eye to eye? I don’t like to be looked down upon

From his memory Released, on her Rachnoc feasts, And our hero does run.

Decay & The After   In my own journey away from life,  all I can ask for is a falling apart that is proactive   let my eyelashes blow from my face like a dandelion, let them fly, let me fly   let me pretend…