All my dreams come true / Shimmering pearls and white gown / Ring clamped on finger

I feel weary / A little sad / But mostly tired / Empty / Powerless / Alone

I wish there was some way / I could package my love for you / Make it ever accessible / For when you need it most

Far down in the sea waits a maiden / A maiden of skin so fair / For her hero to venture there

No light on the plains / Frosty chill of the new moon / A naïve adventure

Soft spines in rows / Tussled about by air currents / Take me to new heights

A veteran stands and mourns / War is not done with his life

Shelled buildings crumble / Haze of unrelenting heat / Razed city called home

Content Warning: Holocaust. It’s a cloudy day in Mauthausen / The sky is dark and grey

I am going to war / Some things are worth / Much fighting for

I remember. / I remember. / I remember. / I remember. / And I miss you.

Shiver in cold boots / Commemorating the lost / Unnamed grave markings

Angry blisters in bloody rows Matching the seams of my boots Duty pushes me that next step Long after determination gave out Image Description: a commemorative flight at the Areo-Gatineau airshow featuring

Today's poetry podcast If you do not like The poems I write and share Don't downvote, use words Image Description: Two bumblebees collect nectar from a vibrant orange flower with a yellow center

Today's poetry podcast Bleed Holes drilled in my skin Drive a spile into my heart Collect what I bleed Crisp Pour me on the pan Fry me till my sides are crisp Enjoy pancakes Full Moon Last honey cell sealed

This month I'll be reading and discussing each poem in a bonus podcast as part of NaPodPoMo (National Podcast Post Month) Today's podcast is here: I want to give you everything Whatever that may mean I

This month I'll be reading and discussing each poem in a bonus podcast as part of NaPodPoMo (National Podcast Post Month) Today's podcast is here: Winter is Coming Winter is coming No need to fear Song

Come in my poppets And children dears Come along ye foolish Bronzed and weird Enter my place Of glorious disgrace Enjoy coming in But don’t expect to get out Come in Join the party And stay Come into my

Fear That thing that always haunts you Never leaves you alone You try to run You try to hide But it just doesn’t work Fear haunts you It is a fog that never lifts Always just above the surface Always hiding

October: 30 Fear 31 Clutches November: 1 Heritage 2 Smoke 3 Clock 4 Daylight 5 History Fear clutches at me Through smoke of forgotten dreams Heritage of ghosts Image Description: A light grey lamp post