drowning my sorrows in
the golden mead of sages
slipping into
the flickering backlit
stream of endless ages
past and present
merge and splash
words slick and
intoxicating
collide in a
gravity-defying crash
surface tension repelling
rivulets of recognition
and whole cloth creation
flowing, swirling together
yet, never co-mingling
their contrasting
complexions
splattering
defined
on the concrete
duo chromatic smearing
evaporating
in a sun-fried conduction
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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The Vassel Kingdom of Vrator
Tucked between the outward edge of the Tranquil Forest and the Dobryan Hills is the ancient dominion of Vrator. A picturesque and varied landscape where the Empire's best wines, ales, and cheeses originate. The ten counties of Vrator are left to administrate their affairs for the most part unbothered by Imperial oversight. As per the contract between the Vassel kingdom of Vrator and Banden Crampmire Megantani to secure their knights and cavalry's assistance in the war against Reophate.
By K.B. Silver Exclusive • about a month ago
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Wow, this is beautifully tangled and vivid...really felt the flow and texture of your words. Loved it!
Oooo, I especially loved that last line!
These words are good words, I appreciate being able to read them.