Poems by FTS Miles

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  • Spellbinding are the cinders of abolished
    moments that can be summoned...

  • My soul cries for her,
    Years eroded to ages...

  • I sift through this ancient
    compendium of human virulence...

  • The greatest of an ancient and glorious race am I,
    Cast down into shadow in days of wars long gone...

  • Snifter of Drambuie…
    flickering flameshadow...

  • She's my sister of soul,
    this woman with whom...

  • He's just a cold old man
    with a sign declaring...

  • Boing (3)

    It's the strangest thing…
    I read the Shrub's...

  • Dark tones, brooding in submission,
    Clarity of touch, staccato caresses...

  • Miso (3)

    I sip of this miso with intention,
    slowly as to encourage...

  • I slip into the soulful recline of
    black leather comfort...

  • Betrayed by nurturing sea,
    Betrayed by fiery verdance...