Palantalid

Homecoming O ye stars, obstructed by the dust of the forsaken city I call home, Thou who glorify in the hazy murk of the city’s nighttime, Assured lights, mourning the ...

It helps us to remember, That sometimes when we're broken, We can peice ourselves together, And forget what has been spoken. Dawnless words, senseless birds, Take hope that our race ...

"Who will gaurd the gaurds themselves?" -Juvenal In this insecurity we turn our pacing circles, that is born in the dim lights of our minds when we lavish our thoughts ...

Under the Bridges I wept my way to a wonderland And at the gates took a weary stand. Those children lost that came behind, I sang to them of masters ...

Nomad I. Wayward Cycles The sun outlasts the sunny days, to scorch the winter grass And the grass falls like shadows down the slope When youthful charioteers return to the ...

It's come to where I post two at a time. Trying to hold the post-review ratio fit. I hope you'll forgive me, but I haven't been too regular. This is ...

My present favourite. Robert Jordan writes in a genre that's been quite sucked up (not dry yet) but his work is so sweeping that you half forget it is drawing ...

40 Winks There are days when I consider my heartbeats with a kind of detachedness that I see in the eyes of cows and half-sleeping dogs. I should sleep more ...

Mrs. Moth, you are So beautiful. Your tender, smooth Skin is like temptation on the wing.

For Kylan's minimalist contest. First prose posted. Hah, kept it a secret so far! Spared you some pain maybe. Do read and leave any kind of comment as long as ...

Dreaming of Sleeping I sometimes wonder, on winter Sunday afternoons, when the washed plates dry quickly with the spoons so cold, clustered in air devoid of warmth and red; why ...

Mirror-Washing Trailing down the looking-glass in clear rivers of tap water, I feel fear begin in my own eyes, stung by sweat like the rain outside and just as wet ...

Let the Number be XOf all our open wonders,the one that wounds us most –how this relentless Musicoutlives us and our ghost.And all the unknown factors rejoiced at Sofia’s gatethat ...

Chair and ChamberThrash, thrash against your boundsthrowing your head back to seewho is pulling you up out of the muck,the gas, the ache, the simple chair of steel.----Hush,see the raindrop ...

When you have lived three and thirty yearsand find yourself more than twice as oldas I am now, ask yourself how wellyou have moved on after my deathand how you ...

Coffee StainOn the roads, I pass by them and they glance,look me over, and I don't have a chanceto hide that muddy cloud, that bleary markof silt-in-the-cup or pinch-in-the-dark.And I ...