In sound and fury you delight, sovereign of vast gulf of night. Thy gelid wrath in umbral flow, vitiate both high and low.
by Carl Scharwath My words Composed and forgotten. Created like A dewdrop That vanishes In the primordial Morning Sunshine. Evolving into The loudest silence Never heard. Carl Scharwath, has appeared globally with 150+ journals selecting his poetry, short stories, interviews, essays, plays or art photography (His photography was featured on the cover of 6… Continue reading A Poem Never Read
by Gale Acuff I want to go to Heaven when I die to tell God and Jesus how full of it they are, scheming up history that we ordinary folks here on Earth never made but the Father and the Son claim we did, free will it's called, I confess I've got some, but not enough to… Continue reading Hard-Hearted
by Carl Scharwath You are alone I am ashamed We walk among the lavender, wilting in the heat of our passion. Wisteria releases tears of dew drops on a lover’s pillow encased in short-lived memories. Tattered vulnerabilities, crushed velvet revelations filter through the flower field. This is the territory of asbestos laced pollen. The martyred… Continue reading Limerence
Thrilling cut, through meekness, strike, to fracture earth and skin alike. Malformed, craven, sickly clique, upon them horrors, savage wreak; til blood is strewn across the stars, precursor to their fate once ours.
by Carl Scharwath Two children plaster forms A decorum of the 1950’s Embellishment, quietly grace The family road trip. Baseball cards on the floor Gum under the seat A façade of happiness As billboards swoop by. Telephone wires, a dizzying array of surrealistic lines crossing the clouds and pointing the way. Last chance gas stations, diners with… Continue reading 1959
Sat the abyss, the blue marble shines, stony step of a steep stair to climb. Red god and lover, first to be tread, that decrepit Jove's laurels, may, thorough, be shred. Reaved the caduceus, sandals unwinged, progeny freed from Ops' consort's rings. Thereafter, the father, by sickle undone, reposing before, the horse master's run. Wrest… Continue reading Aevum
Dead men speak from living maws, as cordyceps, rampant, affixing jaws. Gnashing flesh of self and kin, rending veins for phantom sin. Their funhouse mirror reflects no face, no eyes to chart the charnel waste. Yet, from the blind, keen cheers abound, libations for the hungry ground. As the last lichling tumbles in, a eulogy… Continue reading Necroontologic
Short breath falls the worms arraign, flesh before a clamoring hain. Hungry ore, the mold it fills, maw surpassed, now overspills, the marble blue, to gild the dark.