October 31st

October 31^st

Heeding to opaque notes exuding from the piano in the corner, I take into myself the images of qualm

 

I peer with wide eyes out the window at the crashing of waves below…

…still admiring melancholy cords while drifting among a famous psalm

 

There are endless seeds to sow…

…nightmares to bestow

 

But as day approaches I cannot face the light

 

Like maggots it feasts upon my heart

 

For I have a regrettable plight

 

And it pursues a dangerous art

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a dangerous art similar to that of anne sexton, john berryman, sylvia plath and others...
when the writing doesn't pull us away from the depression but leads us further into it.

your work has a haunting quality and a raw feeling that i really relate to.

jacob

[joshua deathdealer]

A dangerous art indeed. This poem has a flow to it that continues singing even after the reading is over. It is good to read you again. (:

[Ruth]

Oh yes! Good to see you hon, I see you are still rocking the cafe with surreal and unsettling art...good! lol Damn awesome x

[Raven Starhawk]

Thank you so much, Love. Your poetry is so inspiring.