C1…C2…C3… Cervical vertebrate pulling, bones dislodging. Snap! Like a fat leather boot stopping on a bag of Cheetos. Tongue out like a thirsty dog, panting as my eyes escape my skull. I enter an abysmal tunnel, closing in on me. I can hear bells, ringing...
A thorn and wilted rose for The Apocalypse to linger and decay in the shadows of a herd biting off the throat with words inappropriate with the quill of a feather stuck in one's craw on empty pages hemorrhaging worms a bloodbath of Draconian shattered dre...
Sorrow eats the worm at the bottom of the bottle with a kind of parasitic fermentation that now poisons the mind into thinking they are free that they have control over their life that they are whole as long as they keep drinking as long as they keep drin...
~~~~~~~ Previously Girl carefully put two fingers on the porcupine quill she had selected and gently pulled on it. It didn't move at first, then slowly, like from a bottle of molasses, came free. Girl held it up. "I have it, Madam. Now what?" "Why scratch...
There’s a kitten in the corner In my bathroom, by the shower He’s the cutest little fella Sitting near the big gorilla And the rabbits make my day As they turn and hop away Through the grasses and the trees Just as happy as they please And the church just...
The evetides rise on the moon scratching its eyelids of nature over the bones willow protecting the dead as the sinew of butterflies take wings sounding as if angels bringing peace taking notes on the lyrical quotes of spirits singing shadows over the sea...
Bear awoke with a start, then strained to listen. Something was wrong, but Bear wasn’t quite sure what, or what woke him up. He swiveled his head left and right, listening. Then he heard it. It was Girl, and she was weeping. Bear got up, and padded toward...
Bones roast on an open fire Bile boils in a cauldron Grind my teeth to dust Add a pinch of despair to the potion Twitch in my eye Tug at my skin Gnaw in my stomach Bitter tongue in my sour mouth Nails ripping off skin Shivers of disgust Pangs of envy Doub...
Living the poetry of my awakening, dawn's whiskey showers, stone-washed singing. Spending twilight in prayers as the laughter is contagious on life's gossamer wings. Rewriting the blue of green grass and trees that nature breathes. Touched by fingerprints...
Here we are banning books about Rosa Parks While the Pastor dresses in drag on Sunday Spewing a sermon of love that sounds more like hate Then goes home to berate his wife and children But that's o.k. he asked for forgiveness So next Sunday he'll expose t...
To a flower You are the fragrance And for poetry You are the refrain Something left from a dream Has taken time in place And the Now is only your face like a sea before my eyes Your beauty overflowed my thoughts And wrecked my sails And then, I look at yo...
To quiche is to love, more than a soufflé. A place to niche, a deep dish of memories. Naked as corn, when flour was in the shaker. To only grow old with you, feeling the quiche. Quiche me, Camembert, entering Heaven.
The two friends were out for a walk. The day was so–so–overcast and dull, but the temperatures were warm, and the wind was soft, so they decided to escape the cabin for a while. They were just ambling along, not going anywhere in particular and enjoying i...
I recall a time when I used to view the future clearly Planned out every minute detail purposefully To ensure my life was lived successfully I laid every brick intentionally Nothing could have prepared me, When the boulder rolled down the hill suddenly An...
As we cautiously approached the door, we could hear the sound of whirring and clanking coming from the other side. We exchanged a worried glance before Mate kicked the door open, revealing a scene straight out of a nightmare. Robotic arms and tentacles pr...
