AVIUM – The Pathless Region & New Domain
Long Time No Post! You’re probably wondering about my radio silence… well I’ll explain that over a series of posts. Most of the silence was due to me not having much to say or not taking the time to sit down with my thoughts and sort them out. I have many essay drafts and short […]
Seasons | Poem
[I. The Force That Tugs] Steadfast. Resolute. Definite. Unyielding. These concepts hint at the story our minds have grown tired of hiding, holding, wielding. Steady hands paint constant strokes against the parchment of my heart. Ink stains reveal transparency. One can’t exist alone. You cannot avoid being affected. I see it as such: Visions of […]
Autumnal // Entry #1
[PROLOGUE.] Something creeps behind the stir of Autumn’s leaves. Solar positioning leaves trees without much nourishment and the children that rely on that sol source of life begin to weaken; spirits waning as the hours of radiation exposure diminish. Is there no truer God? A figure meanders between the frail trees and anorexic plant life. […]
The Fret, The Hurry, The Stir | Poem
What it means to become a someone In a place where there sits nothing I may never know What it means to be called somethingIn a world where names mean nothingI may never holdThat answer, no Like the endings of a barren pageSitting worn as if they’ve been read a thousand timesI start to fade They’re flowing out […]
Thus Spoke the Shape-Shifter | Poem
I. [Meaning]Thus spoke the man whose wilted words have shaped an age of truthThus spoke the man whose oldest thoughts have shifted my point of viewThus spoke the man who’s found a way to shatter what I think of you Thus spoke the man whose deft, old hands have whittled me down to boneThus spoke the […]
On the Turning Away | Poem
I.There’s something in the mellow that clouds my better judgement There’s something in the mellow that slows my inner workings The cogs just aren’t oiled enough I think I’m working well enough But time comes down to performance And I can’t perform II.OhThinking about all the artists I wish I could be like…I think of […]
Wayward | Folk 