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
A king desires gold;A queen staves her age;The princess craves power,But I grant none of these. My skill to readStarry maps of nightCreates nothing;Foretells only possibility;And grants no certainty. Points of light plot no destiny;glittering hope ordains no fate;Foretelling maps only through The black holes of the futuresWhere one falls. If you liked this, consider supporting … Continue reading Desires for Youth, Glory, and Gold