CD Campbell : Writing

Pity

Pity

A Chapter by CD Campbell


Pity Pity is a barren hill in the minds eye That sees a lush wood where there is steep rock. It knows nothing of the sharp bones protruding f..
Open Letter To My Loves Across The Closing Horizon

Open Letter To My Loves Across The Closing Horizon

A Chapter by CD Campbell


Dearest, It's 4 A. M. My body is electric and I'm laying in bed looking at what I believe to be Venus out of my eastern window. It's too big to be an..
In the Depths of Sinking

In the Depths of Sinking

A Chapter by CD Campbell


In the Depths of Sinking I was once a fleeting morning swallow Who pecked his grin across the dazzled glass, Though in my hear..
Tough Questions

Tough Questions

A Chapter by CD Campbell


Tough Questions Where can a good man find his religion When life's a painful flap of a pigeon Whose broken body lays stuck in the mud..
Morning Sabbath

Morning Sabbath

A Chapter by CD Campbell


I stare into the light of another Sabbath.Oftentimes I accept it. Welcome it.Gather it's waterfall from each frozen leaf.The dogs are still down and t..
An Answer to Your Favorites

An Answer to Your Favorites

A Chapter by CD Campbell


An Answer to Your FavoritesBlake became oneWith the carcass of a tiger.It was real for him.And there is you.And there lie your brothers;Dead in their ..
Falling Up

Falling Up

A Chapter by CD Campbell


Falling Up He thought the chilled blue air a blessing in insanity. The symmetrical downtown trees would quiver, dump another yea..
Soft Nights Dream

Soft Nights Dream

A Chapter by CD Campbell


There is the night, there is this nightI dreamed of you in bolts of light,Of budding lilies in the rain,The heat of you, your skin so white.Where red ..
Prose from the depths of a Viking ruin

Prose from the depths of a Viking ruin

A Chapter by CD Campbell


Prose from the Depths of a Viking Ruin On another long frigid day, I would look up again at the Sun climbing out of the deep dark..
Longing

Longing

A Chapter by CD Campbell


II have hidden my treasureonto a steamship from nowhere;a rusted hulk devoid of feeling.Where is the joy in my pipe,the tang in the Turkish tobacco?..