Two months ago I lamented the lack of silence between cars passing. Never a full moment, never a breath where the sound of one approaching, or of one leaving did not intrude upon the silence of wind in my trees, or the quiet birds chattering in my yard. Now I breathe long, stretching moments where … Continue reading Quiet Days
The stars align Or malign Fate’s fickle Life’s wrinkles The stars never align They only ever malign Subscribe to my Infectious Magic Bulletin to receive exclusive stories, poems, news, cover reveals and more.
All the things I don’t have can fill the world No car, gym membership, no meals delivered in kits or bags None of those things I want Of all the things I do not have, the only thing I wish, is the means to live without the things I do not have Subscribe to my Infectious … Continue reading Poem: All the Things
It began with no one knowingA dirge between treesRoot caressing rootin sympathy and elegyWords sung eternal, unvoicedLeaves chant to breezeborne by eaglestone, and streamEndings begin;unwinding from the firstspiraling to the endand begin againKevin J. Fellows (c) 2020 If you enjoy my poetry, consider following me on Ko-Fi where I publish more poetry regularly and you … Continue reading A Song of Endings
Found: one sword rusted, chipped, bent How many red battles how many dead lives