“Such beauty did unfold that the heavens wept to paint the desert sands. All but the sun with its death rays witnessed the Dance, the Soaking. All but the moon heard the Mating Calls, the Merge, the Birth of time. It was here, and only here, the next thing happened. The next thing only happened […]Read more "Animals in the Rain"
Anderson wakes up in his chair and almost gags due to the smell. He soiled himself somewhere in the night. Again. This happened again. He shudders and feels his hand still around his glass. He hopes it is whiskey, through his teary eyes full of morning goop it is hard to see. Trembling he takes […]Read more "Room 666"
46. So my friend, that is how all this will never end. – What did you say? 47. Rust flakes sink like leaves Curse, curse, curse this day. The lid falls to let out Apate. Her weighted words spread like clouds of cypselae on a dreadful wind. Decay the loom, Equality the thread. […]Read more "A batch of 5"
SCATTERED VOICES: Scattered Voices is a poetry anthology published by Rotting Horse Publishing. The tracks in the playlist (25) are the poems of the talented D.W. Metz that were chosen for this unique anthology. Please follow the link below to hear the great work by the author himself. ALL TRACKS: DISCOVERING DULUOZ: Available on CD (amazon link) […]Read more "poetry readings"
41. When hate draws blood, forgotten tears please fill the world with #love 42. I drew breath from an IPA. Lingering Summer Evening. 43. A blank stare. Pressured nausea inside, turmoil. The teardrop drips on our floor. Something I did 44. Black rows reflecting empty days that have been. Hospital windows. […]Read more "A Batch of 5"
A blank stare. Pressured nausea inside, turmoil. The teardrop drips on our floor. Something I did The beautiful image if of the great Chiharu ShiotaRead more "Such a quiet moment"
Birdcalls in the night, chafing, raspy. Young and hungry. In-between the glued wood chip trees Under the tufted fibers, green as grass. Slowly the darkness rides the tide of light away from all sounds. Dripping colours, faded memories. Tastes of stale metal, flat beer and mouldy air. A red dot stare. Past the snakes, the berried-flower […]Read more "Avian Antics"