Nameless

She is a friend to dark places.

She greets them all in,

Their dim, hollow faces



She knows their wary walls well,

Assembled perfect halls of hell



She feels their deep, vacant spaces.

Her lonesome friends who submerge

In all dark places.



There is one, she meets

Upon lifted and mellow streets.

where gentle winds they sweep,

And her mind is able sleep.



“Oh I didn’t mean to find you here,” she’ll say

But the “Lonely”, in his selfish, sulking

Sort of way;



Will kiss, her petty little head,

And return her to,

Those vacant roads instead



Sunken. Again.



She’ll lay to rest inside,

Where only dark faced, places hide.

-Leonine Westburry

Remember Sweet Dotty, Covered in Dew

Remember sweet Dotty, Covered in dew

Remember the deeds she once made us do?

Look at her now, ripe on the vine

How she once starved us when she was alive

And think of her now as you taste what she grew

The pain that she caused us, though nobody knew

And feel her petitions in the leaves now exerting

Her hands never knew how to touch without hurting

And wherever you go, let caution confine you

Lest she and her seed should in solitude find you

For that which you tasted shall serve you too true

To remember sweet Dotty, now coming for you

-J Thadeus Richie

while doorsteps creek,
our shadows meet,
and time stands deathly still
for all the while
you wait there
our spirits slowly fill
the chipping paint
and dusty halls
which once housed
all our love
and left behind
a piece of mind
which cursed the skies above.

-victor tinsdale