Peculiar Works

Category: Poetry

It Was an Ordinary Acid Storm

Every child and every adult ran for shelter, driven by years of training and memories of water that burns their skin and blinds the eye.

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Alone You Go

Alone you go where no one goes
Across deep rivers sharp and cold
Through darkness of many empty halls
Not made of stone nor clad in gold

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Voracious Spider

What a tangled web we weave
when first we practice to deceive.
We think there’s no way to get hurt.
If one knows when to hit the dirt,
then it’s just a game …

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