swallowing tacks

Posted in General Musings, Poetry on November 17th, 2022 by D'jaevle

words are
hidden barbs under the tongue
spoken between bloody teeth
spitting bone and clots
to mark your passage.

strange dreams

Posted in Poetry on March 23rd, 2022 by D'jaevle

I harbor strange dreams.
at night, I inhabit
locales of wonder

tripping over
rusty, gold-glimmer crooked grins
lavender scented heart-stones
discarded keepsakes (lost, not broken)

this one, here.
I named hope
but I’ve forgotten

belly of the beast

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on February 15th, 2022 by D'jaevle

(not) finite.

(you) misapprehend my hunger.

here. hold your hand to the night sky
to measure its depth
by reach
close your fingers
around the stars

tell me
  how many
  you can hold

tell me
  the distance between the darkness,
  your captured stars,
  and my

tell me
  you already had this dream
  that the sky
  is no darker
  than the belly
  of my beast.

tell me
  you understand that submission
  and salvation
  can both be found
  on your knees


Posted in Poetry on September 28th, 2021 by D'jaevle

you are a constellation

a map of suns

bright enough

to see through closed eyes

last bitten

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on August 23rd, 2021 by D'jaevle

this is your last chance.

the last open door

the last bit of daylight

the last choice
before all the rest


Posted in Poetry on August 16th, 2021 by D'jaevle

be the rain for me.

kiss my cheeks
and bless my lips

hide my tears
with your own

wash away
all things

(the rain)
(and you)


Posted in Poetry on July 27th, 2021 by D'jaevle

the unwinding of clocks
reminds me that momentum
is relentless
unless you have

in the grip

Posted in Crimson Writ, Poetry on June 24th, 2021 by D'jaevle

you are one breath away from being in the grip of my hunger.

just one.

one breathe is forever.

it’s long enough to feel fear.






one breath is long enough to meet my eyes

and after that

you have no time at all.


Posted in Poetry on May 30th, 2021 by D'jaevle

it is a mercy
and memory

a dream
sparked in the passing of hubris
and the sweetness of light.



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

        the one

who put their hand to the wall

   closed their eyes

       and walked