It is on days like these, when the trees stand still and haggard, when the ground is brown fluttered I can think of no better place than this old Earth. The air bites and tingles, the grass thinned, as I stand in choking woodsmoke, inhaling the beauty. Wrapped tight and head bound, we wander through... Continue Reading →
Upon a bridge I met a troll, his features weary, his countenance droll. His figure squashed into an ill fitting suit, his sharp claws poking from the front his boots. 'Do you mean me to eat me?' I inquired, for I’d never seen a troll thus attired. 'Yes sir,’ he said, 'that is my intention,... Continue Reading →
There's a worm at the bottom of the well, that curls in it’s unkind skin. The town around it whirls and ebbs, but it finds no peace within. There's a worm at the bottom of the well and I can hear it crying. It’s bursting claws and oozing scales, make living seem like dying. There’s... Continue Reading →
I use words like knives and slice up your heart, but you must know I love you. I disappear to dark days and leave you stranded here, but your must know I need you. I have bruises under my skin and you must not touch them, but you must know I feel you. I hide... Continue Reading →
When I die, let the flames grow high. Let them burn me, as they did in life. I do not fit, in this steel corset. I do not hold my tongue, I am heard and seen. I will take, the cake and eat it and grow fat with reality. Don’t stone... Continue Reading →
You make jokes that would make 70's comedians' cringe, and wear socks with sandals. Without irony. You're the best Dad ever. Without irony. Thank-you.
My ignorance of you is bliss, a power so sweet and hot. Infatuation I am made for, reality I am not. My stomach fills with pleasing fire, my mind with gossamer threads. We roam until the sun comes up, then tumble into bed. My fingertips don’t need to know you, each inch is already mine.... Continue Reading →
I sleep on a bed of books, my body cradled with words and deeds, bled into the fabric of time. They support my limbs, they hold my head, screaming in the silence, keeping me afloat. At night I wait, for the tomes to seep into me, slicing inside like purple neon lasers. I wish to... Continue Reading →
On the carpet her slick dark halo and pink legs swim in the crescent studded dust. Salt dries in the black, ears sealed, she pushes down. Splintered glitter through concrete, the tips caress the naked the lost and the blessed. Beyond burnt lights, warm grease plugs the gaps. Someone shouts turn the music down.... Continue Reading →
You long to press your forehead to the cold window pane and breathe, then trace a message of escape in reverse. Clutching your safety blanket, liquid for lost fingers, you wonder if another one could take all these cares away. Tied to your wrist, the silver string that leads to your distant whole, strains and... Continue Reading →
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