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Read MoreThe madness began to whisper in this cloistered space, thick with the stench of tormented souls.The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue, living the day shunning naked light.I sat in a high-backed chair carved with...
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I thank you. My pen has an illicit affair with the dark side of my dreams.
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Read MoreIn silence like ghosts we tango through an empty house with a phantom touch of memories and lost minuets whispering in tongue of the snifter's cognac secretsbeyond the gables and wooden monuments and death's shakers
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Haunting and evocative, this poem beautifully captures memory and loss. The imagery of ghosts, empty rooms, and “cognac secrets” lingers long after reading.
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Thank you, kindly. I like the dark side in writing.
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Empty rooms are alive with memories. A haunting read of what has been and gone. Loved it.
Chris
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Thank you, Chris.
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Read MoreThe forest of haunted wood. Tall pine of cathedrals with a pulse of memory upon the cold lair. With a scent of resin coagulating like ancient archeology's bones. Ghosts in the forest taking root in the wood of eternal...
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I felt completely immersed in this chilling, atmospheric piece, where the forest is a cathedral of memory and ghosts. The imagery is mesmerizing; I can practically smell the cold resin and hear the whispers.
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I love the dark side in writing. It can only hurt you, if you let it.
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WE used to play this in grade school…but it was never quite this serious….might have been a bit too scary.
I like the idea you use of “the mockery of human warmth”—
That is what our leader has….And I wish he would come over and have the others in government link hands in peace and stop him from what he is doing.
Come over, come over.
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Thank you. Wasn’t about politics.
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I was drawn into the surreal, haunting imagery – the stunning contrast between the “sweet as rain” “taste of life and the suffocating pressure of the high-backed chair” and found myself suspended between horror and wonder. Beautifully dark. I love this.