Poetry

Doppelganger in the Dark

Lying still and silent, outstretched upon the floor. Creeping along the walls, or up against the door. Stalking, ever quiet, as if always in wait. A spectre in the darkness, ever hushed in its gait.  Gliding through the lighted world as softly as a breeze. Lurking out into the night for whatever it may please. Dancing with the stars and moon, […]

Nightmare

Spectre of the night so frightful, Without shape or face or name. Pitiless, it holds the dreamer, In throes of phantom fear and pain.  And when the light drives back the dark, The dreamer wakes to find it gone. No shape, no face, no name recalled. Nothing but the empty dawn.

Writer’s Review: Ironically enough, I wrote this one shortly after a […]

The Mirror Man

I look across the room and find eyes meeting me. A face that hides a soul, the Mirror Man is he. He stares steadfastly back, almost quizzically. As if to pose the question, “Am I all they see?”  It certainly is a quandary: to be or not to be? For does not beauty lie in a heart at once perceived? Perhaps […]

Of Dark and Light

I speak of transcendental things, Of ether bells and angel wings, Of cloud on high and gentle breeze, Which ever puts my heart at ease.  Those things which seem so pleasant, though, Are fraught with shadows to their glow. For every dawn the sun shall set, And carefree life ends in regret.  The starry sky so glittering bright, Is ever mixed with dark and […]