Despite now being in bohemian refuge, poetry has nonetheless recently become very taxing for me, both mentally and emotionally. What once fueled my words is, somewhat thankfully, absent. Still, I apologize for the lack of output. I mean to write more.
Such vast and enduring foes I had sadly chose to carelessly amass
amid all of those fierce campaigns from a now fast embittered past
Clashes arose in bloodlust; a grievous but alluring sort of warring craft
and what of those once adoring claims? Only prose truly knows, if asked
Yes, remains of bloodied annals impartially disclose these awful facts at last
Damning evidence, now known solely to repose, of a genesis finally unmasked
Things wordlessly eternally resaid, in venomous soft eloquence, of a finery contrast
Proposed in trying elegance of undying aghast throes whence blood unjustly splashed
Welcome to my humble writing blog. There's a lot to see here, if you care to see it. Enjoy your stay!
FEATURED WORK:
An Ode to an Abdicated Muse - A poem demonstrating my infatuation's huge capacity for aesthetic appreciation
A Sniper's Perch [REDUX] - A short story narrating the mechanical executions and detached ponderings and reflections of a lone Russian sniper during the brutal climax of WWII
The Last Bard’s Tale [REDUX]
An Epic Poetry series (in progress)
         Part One
You'll find Alexandria when the Dawn Commeth
A short story told from the perspective of a man facing his fast-approaching death. The narrative follows the struggles of two starcrossed lovers kept apart by wicked divine intervention.
         Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
         The Poem
         The Story