Posted in Poetry on March 22nd, 2021 by D'jaevle

in the shadow of a minotaur

I came across a supposition:

    that the difference between a maze and a labyrinth

    is a matter of the heart.

you can get lost in a maze.

    but in a labyrinth

 so long as you go forward,

          you will find the center

if we agree with this supposition

then we must follow the red threaded question it holds

is your heart a maze

   holding captive 

      poor adventurers

incapable of solving it’s mystery


a labyrinth

  home to just


who put their hand to the wall

   closed their eyes

       and walked


Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on March 18th, 2021 by D'jaevle

joy is
fading light
a sliver of moonshine
caught between
finger tips

my joy
is akin to hunger
the wolf of me
knows no distinction.

it chases the moon.