Midnight Rain (a poem)

Midnight Rain

Written October 14th, 2011

Sweet velvet rain
Pattering on my roof
Sing me softly to sleep

The gentle whispers
Reach my ears
As you travel in swirling rivulets
Across the shingles
Of this midnight house

A Lucky Burden (a short story)

 A Lucky Burden

Written October 12th, 2011

Farmer Joseph made his rounds in the early morning as he always did, delivering to all his animals their breakfasts. First the cows, then the horses, followed by the sheep, chickens, and ending with the pigs.

            As he poured the slop into the pig trough, he watched one swine in particular trot over. It grunted as it walked and snuffed at the smell of food in the air with his slimy, whiskery nose. This certain pig could be identified by his front right hoof, which was pearly white, unlike the remaining three black hooves. Although Joseph called that pig many names, mostly cuss words, its official moniker was Runt. He had been a runt at one point, but now he was two years old and the fattest pig Joseph owned.

            Runt had been the sixteenth piglet of Old Maizy’s sixteenth litter; her last litter. She had died a few hours after giving birth, her seasoned heart unable to withstand the stress. Joseph had been quite fond of Old Maizy, and although he knew it to be irrational, he blamed Runt for her demise.

The Ice Tyrant (a poem)

The Ice Tyrant

Written October 5th, 2011

The mighty trees burst into flames
Their last stand as forest warriors
Against the sweeping shadows cast by the Ice Queen
Leaves of ember rain upon the ground
And a vibrant wildfire spreads abound
Across the rolling, tumbling hills
Reaching the distant glowing horizon
The warriors crash like a firework meteor
Lighting up the world before descending into brown

Montville Falls (review, rating)

Montville Falls

Moravia, NY

Hiked: September 25th, 2011

Reviewed: October 2nd, 2011

Interaction: 5 stars

Scenery: 4 stars

Diversity: 2 stars

Accessability: 2 stars

Size: small

Overall: 4 stars

This is an exhilarating, interactive hike that is about ninetry percent creek-walking with no defined trail. However, it is ranked as a difficult hike, and rightfully so. The hiker accesses Mill Creek through on of two cemetaries. We reached it via Section 9 of Indian Mound Cemetary, and began our descent near a large tombstone labeled C.A. Parker.

 Indian Mound Cemetary entrance

Seasonal Spirit (a poem)

Seasonal Spirit

Written October 1st, 2011

The cold surrounds a small house

Moving in with surprising, silent speed

Fingers of frost reach across the window pane

A warm orange glow radiates from the other side

A family gathered around a friendly hearth

Holding back the cold and keeping it tame

With mugs of steaming cocoa at their side

And loaves of toasty pumpkin bread

Fresh from the stove; they keep good mirth

The children huddle on the floor of blankets

Proud parents on the couch holding each other

Looking on with a quiet smile

The cat perches on a shoulder

And the large dog squeezes into a lap

As they smile and laugh they seem not to notice

That outside it only gets colder

Waiting on the Shore (a poem)

Waiting on the Shore

Written October 1st, 2011

Icy September water

Sighs softly as it kisses the shore

Pitch black from the touch

Of a tense, starless night

The water swirls, rolling, undulating,

Lapping at my feet

A breeze rushes by

Lifting and tossing my hair

So it can touch my neck;

Soft, exposed, and vulnerable

Leaving a sinister whisper in my ears

A secret I can’t quite decipher

Little Brother (a poem, a dedication)

Little Brother

Written September 18th, 2011

Little brother

Chase me around the house

Jump and tackle

Trying to take me down

Push my homework

Out of your way

Scatter papers across the floor

Unplug my game

Right when I was about to win

Then stand there and look at me

With that lopsided grin

Fade Away (a poem)

Fade Away

Written September 24th, 2011

Summer fades away

Carried off by a sweeping breeze

That sparks a tingling on my skin

And stirs a strange sensation within

The world's bright menagerie of colors

Age and descend into shades of umber

The morning air nips and the forest falls silent

As though everything is easing into slumber

I stand here and watch it all

With a weary sigh

Crumble to ash and fall

I can see the time passing by

Frozen Mornings (a poem)

Frozen Mornings

Written September 18th, 2011

The house retains a serpentine chill

That slithers down into the bones

It seeps out from the stone walls

And up through the icy wooden floors

That sting defenseless bare feet

We emerge from our sleep weary and worn

As though we never slept at all

Our knuckles swollen and slow

Inflated from the serpentine cold

We hide away beneath warm blankets

And pretend we never woke

Stained (a poem)

Stained

Written July 18th, 2011

A familiar pair of eyes

Stare out at me from the computer screen

An image from the life you’re living

This very moment, somewhere, without me

And there’s this sinking feeling

Way down deep in my innermost core

I can’t look away from your face

While I remember the loss of something that could have been more

I can’t help but wonder if you think of me

If you reminisce and miss what we had

On the cold and rainy days

The days I used to keep you warm

Cycles of Change (a poem)

Cycles of Change

Written September 17th, 2011

We continue to spin around this star

Time rolls on

And makes us who we are

There’s this chill settling in the air

Reaching in to embrace my bones

And a whimsical breeze tosses my hair

As it whispers cold sinister secrets

There are crows dancing in our streets

And the ones who regret their lives

Look on with wide eyes of fear

They aren’t ready to die, not now, not here

There are crystals in my lungs

As I inhale the glass in the air

A layer of frost prickles my tongue

Everything is changing again

Dark Boy (a poem)

Dark Boy

Written September 14th, 2011

Dark boy

Lurking in the shadows

With glowing mischief eyes

Creeping up on me

Dark boy

You speak with a voice

Inviting and deep

That fills my bones

Dark boy

You smile like an imp

Lopsided and alluring

That pulls my gravity

Dark boy

You laugh with fire

Crackling with warm temptation

That glows on my skin

Late Night Muse (a poem)

Late Night Muse

Written September 11th, 2011

I watch them

I see them all

Lonely, heartbroken, and defeated

It’s in their posture

As they walk down the hall

I’ve been there

Felt it all

I’ve been in that fall

They ask me

How do I do it?

How do I smile,

How do I keep going?

They say

It isn’t worth it

Not at all

It just ends up in tears

They always fall

The Flipside (a poem)

The Flipside

Written August 25th, 2011

There’s pictures on the wall

Of my adventures far away

The maps and photos, tickets and brochures

Receipts printed in French and letters from home

It’s hard to look at it all

Without catching my breath as I remember that day

See that postcard off to the side

Along and out of the way?

Greetings from Munich

A sunset glowing behind a silhouetted city

Flip it over, there’s a message, I tried and I tried

To send it to you; but it remains here to this day

Windows and Doors (a poem)

Windows and Doors

Written August 24th, 2011

As time passes by

A pool of reflections

Swells behind my eyes

The shimmering lights on the water

They are only windows of the past

And hard as I may try

I can never change them to doors

Tempest Storm (a poem)

Tempest Storm

Written August 14th, 2011

Thunder roaring in the sky
Lightning flashes blinding bright
Rain falling till it starts to flood
Take me, seize me, fly me high
Away from this life into the windblown night
Tempest storm I feel you running in my blood

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Just a quick little poem inspired by the storm today :)

Goodnight (a poem)

Goodnight

Written August 10th, 2011

I wish you didn’t have to go

But your eyes are heavy

And you’ve had a long day, I know

Goodnight to you, fallen angel

Know that as your eyes close

The sun sets on my world

And I will grow impatient for tomorrow to unfurl

(Raise Your Voice) Bat in the Window (a poem)

Raise Your Voice

Bat in the Window

Written August 6th, 2011

Frantic flitter flutter

Bang crash on the glass

Scared and hungry, breath stutters

The exhaustion is utter

Strange faces in the window

Big frightening loud

Oh! Wow! Ew!

Safe on the other side

From this hideous spectacle

She didn’t mean to get stuck in here

Her fuel is fading fast

The food she needs on the flipside of the glass

Not one life on the line but two

A tiny helpless infant waits at home

For a meal it can’t get on its own

Oh, a bat! A bat!

Do you want to see a bat?

Ew, would you look at that!

A bat!

Magic and Mystery (a poem)

Magic and Mystery

Written August 1st, 2011

Your compelling eyes; a strange marine color

Flirt with my skin

Settling on my neck, my lips, my eyes,

And then start again

Without a single drop of wine

I'm drunk, it seems

Blissfully happy, lacking complete thought

The world and its problems;

They don't matter so much today

When you and I occupy the same space

It all just fades away...

You must be a wizard

A strange inhuman being

For your fingers are charged with fire

Leaving behind a pleasant burning

Wherever they go

You're something otherworldly

A unique and shimmering soul; this I know

Vivid Memories (a poem)

Vivid Memories

Written July 30th, 2011

I still remember your smile

Fresh as yesterday

On the face that made my days worthwhile

I recall how your eyes would dance

Whenever you looked at me

You were my risk, my one-shot chance

Still memorized; the contours of your face

So real and vivid, right before me

The feel of your sweet, safe embrace

The warm smooth texture of your skin

Remains; a phantom on my fingertips

I gave you all my secrets deep within