Joe stood at the corner of the train station, chatting to a stranger over a cigarette when Keeley arrived. She smiled at the ease with which he carried himself in making the most of his time. When he spoke about his previous marriage, he told her how it used to irritate his wife and the … Continue reading The Smile of Autumn Ghosts
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I would feast you in my great hall bathe in hot springs make love to you underneath the old tree Like the kings of old under the ancient gods rest against my chest and hear the roar of glory which echoes with each beat of my heart
The Fisher Wound
See the dissonance A cloud on the horizon The difference between Where and are? How strangers got gifts you Wait for But you pulled the thorn From your midsection The Fisher wound Or weep with the release How you face demons in private Learning to see how much you are Each time you look And … Continue reading The Fisher Wound
In Night’s Bitter Watches
Do not mistake My quiet for gentility My manners are camouflage To disguise the beast That lives beneath This skin I am capable Of the sweetest fury To extend the control, I have To you. Pout and tell me how mean I am, but I see the light in your eyes How you long for … Continue reading In Night’s Bitter Watches
All the ways
To sit with uncertainty Here amidst the ruins of The person I was Someone better Lives here now Yet the hungry ghosts of old weaknesses Change forms as they stalk the future They've no place haunting But those, red in tooth and claw, They fail to learn from history My victories, come at a cost, … Continue reading All the ways
Small cup of quiet
Somewhere a bird sings And I've found a small cup of quiet Going to drink it Slow wake up call to my soul Pages written and now it's not Affectation knowing it will walk a Path into the world Lover asleep Walk the dog Things to do Used to resent it But I'm working on … Continue reading Small cup of quiet
MB Blissett 