the mud of autumn
mixed with the bodies of the
dead and the dying
An ill-fated day for the
brave men of the Wolf Argent
Category: Poetry
No need to be Nice
As an experiment, she decided to work, watch, and wait.
An unwelcoming vibe initially felt like overthinking, until the gossipy clique started talking about the person who occupied her seat.
A long line of Lawyers shared her seat, so she worked, showed kindness, and was never nice.
A Stranger to Home
A new morning, the same routine to the car
The way work creeps into your life
From a few hours overtime to living to work
Your cats grow older and older each day
The plants become used to surviving alone
The house learns to live without your life
Intellectual Sunrise
cold pastel colours
the heliacal rising
a quiet morning
Former Morgue
an empty office
a deep chill in the corner
flickering movement
investigating
The office was once a morgue
unnatural cold
sitting among ghosts
the terror some people feel
displaced paper, files
a quiet knowledge
‘You know they laugh at us working’
undisturbed billing
A Martian
that rust-red planet
from the moment he could walk
Mars was once his home
unable to sleep
watching the stars and the sky
longing to return
Sky Man, a Martian
with a soul made of red earth
longing for something
Energy
they lived in the dark
once there were lights, power lines
now there are candles
the meaning of energy
they lost the information
The Void
the bellowing wind
whipping up a storm outside
while we sit snugly
The Void sits by the saucer
another excuse for milk
Between Pages
the leaves of Autumn
to hover over the death
beautiful colours
picking the one that feels right
press a leaf between pages
Sand Waves
Big Red Desert Waves
the rippling arid sand dunes
An ancient sunset
C & K 