
Not the Tenerife Sea
Gray waves rolled onto a pale shore.
Not Tenerife sea for sure.
I’m heartsore
hurting evermore
from the confusion and more. Continue reading Not the Tenerife Sea
Gray waves rolled onto a pale shore.
Not Tenerife sea for sure.
I’m heartsore
hurting evermore
from the confusion and more. Continue reading Not the Tenerife Sea
Who was I? Was I a member of the suit-and-tie wearing corporate class or a sword-swinging man in a metal cuirass? Continue reading Memory’s Shell Game
I’m out of my depth,
out of my league,
stepping on speaking hens
who prophesy doom. Continue reading Stepping on Speaking Hens
Images bloomed, scattershot
then in a barrage caught
and reflected on the knife
slicing the air, ending my unlife. Continue reading Aired Out
A gun-toting Cupid shot
me through the heart Continue reading I prefer my Cupid without his Gun
Luminous wings flapped,
while thunder clapped
drowning out my screams. Continue reading The Knife’s Cold Play
Like a criminal it stalked.
Floating up as I balked,
the dagger balanced on point. Chalked
circles met my eye and they talked
of black magic while I gawked. Continue reading Like a criminal, it stalked
Jason held the blade level with his eyes
and in its shine, my visage reflected.
Shock stuck my tongue to my mouth’s roof, no cries
escaped my lips’ prison. Continue reading Glass Animals Make Poor Weapons
The demon sizzled in my fire–
a holy pyre sent to retire
one crispy demon and his sire
through the man I’d loved and inspired.
#NovemberNotes Continue reading Betrayal detailed in fabric
Slot machines chime a jackpot dirge
it’s the simple things our minds purge—
spiritual tethers submerge
until they’re stretched and we diverge Continue reading Simplicity in Hell’s Casino
Roses couldn’t save me– no thumbs to pick locks.
Looks like I am stuck in a concrete block. Continue reading Scent of Trouble
Landing in darkness, I shook my dazed head.
I lay on an altar stone, a grave bed
and perhaps my end, no more could I rove.
Was I now a treasure in someone’s trove? Continue reading Abandonment
Caught by the cyclone, reality clove
and it revealed a stygian alcove.
Lightning lit me up, turning all to red.
I fell through blood-soaked images and dread. Continue reading Seeing Red
Born on a gust of wind, tiny motes dove.
Sparkling as they twisted, a cyclone strove.
Continue reading Fantastical
Undoubtedly I would screw up the one task the afterlife asked of me. Continue reading Undoubtedly
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