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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, [...]

© 2012 Rob Krabbe There is still time. I look into her face, my eyes drill deep. I’m burning, and blurry; tired and weary, and it’s an endless road. Oh yes though, I travel the path, blinking away the sand and fire to go where I have to go. One by one, by one, the [...]

© 2011 Rob Krabbe / Originally published on Voxpoetica.com 1929 The malaise of the depression swings from a long black coat. Wind flapped duster tails, his hat pulled down low. Sailing hands fly suddenly in deadly circles, hurling graves as machine guns blaze. Quells the ravenous republic’s hunger for a hero, swooping down, the majestic [...]