Now, I know Bukowski is dead, so I have no idea why a great deal of this vlog speaks of him in the present tense. I did have a bit in there about not speaking ill of the dead, but I’m not really speaking ill just pointing out the obvious really, so I chopped it […]
Read more "2015 Reading Challenge, Book 12: You Get So Alone… by Charles Bukowski"To celebrate the release this past Monday of the fabulous Tales of the Nun and Dragon by Fox Spirit Press (which I have a story in) I bring you the official press release and competition and then a little bit of fun about my story: Fox Spirit Books are delighted to announce that the long […]
Read more "Tales of The Nun and Dragon: Casting Couch"These old men Eyes ancient as mountain-sides I watched them Race down hills Through parks and alleys In streetcars With no desires left But for the easy wicked breeze Blowing all that grey That wizened sign of age A halo of sheer elation As they go screaming, racing, chasing After nothing but to go faster […]
Read more "Poetic Interlude: These Old Men"I Hear distant whispers and sighs. Black lies. Black skies of high cloud cradle ambient thunder. The distant throb of electric anger. The sky is calling, is falling. Drifts down past my wind-numbed ears, my burning eyes. These lies assemble like soldiers, shoot to kill. But I am knee deep in cumuli drift, and buried […]
Read more "Poetic Interlude: Buried in Thunder"Scio “knowing in the fullest sense of the word” Fractured Fractals of light Burst, blossom, carouse In midnight vision It’s a dull heart beat Booms in the distance Like warfare On the horizon Eagle wing feather Curling on airflow Flutter, breathe, faint, In startling clarity Rise before them A tower, a mass A waterfall standing […]
Read more "Poetic Interlude: Scio"Great lights, they saw Hovering weighless, giant as clouds. Bruise purple sky peppered rain, a glistening glass shower, made crystalline in light reflections. And then, darkness, resonant thrumming like the drums of a far off marching army. The plinking of cooling metals, a sulphurous burr, nostril deep, And the night echoed empty. © Ren Warom […]
Read more "Speculative Poetry… ‘Great Lights’"Explosions of light Parabolas arcing from water . Great still bodies Serve as mirrors To clone a placid sky . A tornado rising Of wing feathers . Great choking masses In Tumultous Gossiping unison , A funnel of consuming black . Fills the pupil void Contracted to period point . Drenched, savaged By roaring light feedback . Drowning, […]
Read more "Poetic interlude: “What the Eye Sees”"Our Madrigals Winsome and graceless Bring seasons of fractured glass. In netted skirts Gaily whirling, our rose petal nipples Float adrift in a fleshy sea. Cock crows, crows shriek A cackle of morning Thunderstorm sky Exuding rain as sweat Sipping grenadine from eggcups Languid as swan-necks We are drenched and shattered. We […]
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