Sunset
Oh pretty setting sun Of you there's only one Unless you travel out a few light years 'Cause out in space there's a ton
The Monster Within
People hate people, It's a thing that I see. I do it too, I know, It's a monster inside me. It gnaws at me, Pushing through my brain. It's not the sharp And pokey monster, It's a different type of pain. It's a monster that makes me judge...
Ocean Soul
The ocean is my mother. No two organisms produced me, just the soul of the waves and kelp and fish. I bleed saltwater for blood, and my hair is a mane of seagrass and algae. As the ocean changes I change. When I am in the cold ocean, I become...
Creeper Poem
O blasted creature with a blasting feature You kill me in forest and field unless I use a shield Silent you surprise me and kill before I see --but the death comes not to 'me' but 'we' It's together that we enter eternity Not true. Your...
5 Voice
The bleach-white stones were blinding and hot. Birds circled overhead, faces naked and grotesque, grey claws ready, teeth sharp and rancid. These birds were the reason that Hunter did not fly to the mountain, despite being able. Some of the stones...
4 Voice
"To the mountain, child. There, destiny lies." Giarien regretting sleeping on the branch. She had perched the whole night, a skill that many dragons and avians had, and her legs were sore. Her clawed feet were tense from clutching the branch all...
3 Voice
There were once three dragon species which thrived on their corners of the great world known as Pangrandin. They lived apart from other species, the avians and the lupines and the ursine and bovine, and a great many more. Eventually the dragons of...
2 Voice
The mountain was to the west, Giarien knew. In the forest, the foliage was too thick to see the great stony mass well. She had to look to tree moss for north and then reason that west was to the right. Still, she did not much like being so far from her...
1 Voice
Her name is pronounced Jee-ar-eeh-en . A voice emanated from the mountains. It was a droning and humming voice, deep and warm and tired. No one else lived around to hear the voice, just Giarien. If the forest creatures could hear it, they did not...