Life In/Verse

thoughts flow through the air like drifts of grey ash from a burning tower, scorching across white sheets like cigarette burns. to some, words sound foreign and strange— no rhyme or reason— but not to those who listen in tongues. for sooth of my Muse’s vanity, compulsion rules. mad scribblings abound. i disturb the peace… Continue reading Life In/Verse

Todesregel Isle (Part I)

The wind hissed and twined like ethereal snakes above the taiga. All was silent save the cawing of crows who high-circled the heads of the prisoners on the creaking ferry and they one hundred and twenty in number, all chained and over-watched by guards who moved pendulously, left to right, machine guns at-the-ready, eyes masked… Continue reading Todesregel Isle (Part I)