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by Rob Krabbe 1998 The rose, soft and sweet, it’s silk pedals crest, the wings of my flight from the nest, dark and fallow. The flight, disguised as freedom. the end of my dreams, the sands fall to sand though the light seems far from coming. The sand, brooding, smothers the tailings of life, the [...]

© 2001 by Rob Krabbe, and Noon At Night Publications  There are many poems, written in the midst of the darkness and the madness.  I’m never sure whether to post them.  But they are real, maybe more real than about anything else I write.  This poem, written in 2001, and others like it, when I [...]

from The Fading Silence, by Rob Krabbe, a novel to be released late 2012 © 2012 Rob Krabbe, NoonAtNight Publications   close yet far, tis coming when, the horizons climb up whilst night’s darkness falls and hells fury stabs through, again.   the roiling sea, so wild and true, close yet far, and death’s green, not blue, [...]

It spins, now, like a pendant from a silver chain. Time is a dangerous lover. “Watch the face of the disc, and imagine it never moves,” says the spirit of time passing, “allow yourself to relax . . . relax . . . become one with me.” It goes faster and faster now, spinning my life [...]

Margins.  Breathing; extra deep breath. Waiting; nothing. Three seconds without a single thought. Margins.   Margins. Walking, stop in my tracks, frozen in time. That moment past a moment of mine. Mental defibrillation; back to the grind. Margins.   Margins. Prayer; only the God of gods, knows. When it all goes, it goes. Time . [...]