I re-watched the 1989 movie “The War of the Roses,” and it served as my Muse for this poem. When relationships devolve into winning or
candle’s fade
Something on the naughty side. Such a blended feeling of intense erotic pleasure balanced by a mix of violence and dark revulsion. Brings something distinctly
under brigid’s mantle
15 years ago, I wrote 160 pages of a novel under the identical name. Never finished. The book told the story of 3 friends reuniting
samhain
Long before there was Halloween, there was Samhain. Join the mummer’s dance around the bone-fire. Honor the dead, and fear the fae, for the Veil
autumn
Images of autumn welcoming Mabon Sabbat. Image shared from a high-school friend and talented photographer, Steve Dunn. His work is gorgeous. Hope some day to
eddy
Relationships spun out in an eddy. Have you ever been in a one-sided relationship, where you just get sick and tired of being the source
alban elfed
Watch the veil part on Alban Elfed. This pagan metaphor for autumn, the denouement of Nature’s warmth and brilliance, and the transition to the cold
ceaseless
About as close as I come to a “love” poem. I think this metaphor extends to how relationships grow stale. Where the bad starts to
first snow
Time for things pagan and for things to die, including love. Nature as a metaphor is so often a wonderful status check on our relationships.
inconsolable
Death addressed through the 5 Stages of Grief. After writing “crestfallen,” this followed as a more tangible, less mythic, representation of loss and its impact.
cries
Sinister and macabre, this thick poem was created following a nightmare where I followed a contract killer through their various hits. The poem tries to
candles burn
Is there a god? Let’s sit in a dark church and see. While we are sitting in this dark, foreboding place, alone with our brooding