Declassified

This world loves its labels. So I’ve labelled this “Declassified.” It’s a Ghost’s story for this new year’s night but to the rangers, witches, and wolves among us it is a howl flung in your direction, a notice served, a warning or perhaps a confirmation, a blank postcard from parts …

Open Hearts.

With my last few drops, Muse demanded I tell you that this one’s best paired with a glass of red wine and Concrete Blonde’s “Bloodletting” and/or The Rage’s “Fistful of Steel” gently lurking in the background… Muse, you’ve taught me so much about wood and stone. I now wish to …

Loose Leaf

Some loose-leaf poetry from “Declassified,” a ghost’s story. in the still I must refine pull leaves from wind’s stream so to taste them in a curl on the sides little pieces to consider mid-dream in the still I refine in the still the still I must refine the witches dance …

Knockdown

He blew in the winduntil thenwherever it would take himhe leaned into her with abandon andloosed his leavesin her streamshe heard only whisperslong beforehe knewthere was a voice. He blew in the winduntil thenhe had many musesuntil he againran into Her and fellover on his sidebecause he saw beautylong beforehe …

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