Entries by Mora

Weeping Stone Garden

Within void-like black of the night I hear the hollow stones cry their stories of the dream within dreams of those that have slipped into Lethe’s stream Be ware not to wake the dead, They know the secrets in your head The anguish, the symphony of screams This melody that permeates into the dream within […]

Upon My Slumber, Layeth Hands

  I awoke upon the midnight hours, and peered into the spinning void that lay just beyond the foot of my bed. Atramentous, figureless, as I adjusted myself from the sleeping vertigo. Strangling the words were that danced in my throat and deceitful echos intoned my ears. Had I just heard my name called? In […]

May Their Angels Always Fall

Black heart torn apart, rend onto solitude, In vain you palpate song of langor, misery intoned My chanteuse darkest eve, on dying steed that gallops, Into the hours and into maw, this home that we call ours, This crimson writing on furled brow, lyrics of demise, Trample underneath burning hooves, those smiles that be devoured, […]

Episode 2: Poetry Reading ‘Hearts of Bitter Harvest’

In this 2nd episode of ThePOEMHOME podcast, we listen to the reading of Ernesto’s poetry “Hearts of Bitter Harvest” In barren field, sitting upon marble black, painted upon a piteous facade, a farcity so contrived as to mock its own insipidity. Along its flesh, torn are the moments as leaf from tomes, bidding the warmth […]

Episode 1: Welcome to ThePOEMMHOME

In this first episode of ThePOEMHOME podcast, we listen to a brief reading of Ernesto’s poetry “Blue Spruce Trees”. Just one of many audio poems down the road in other episodes.