Pit Down in the blackDeep darkSmothering heatSoot, dust choking airCramped crawling barelyMovingClanging, hacking, breaking,Further downCloser to hellThe devilThe men hear knockingmoaningWailing warningThey continue onClutching crucifixOn they goDeeper into the black. Y gwrachod Gwen She walkedLed through the townIn the rainMud packed bare feetRope around her delicate neckHands boundThe Witch, the witchOnly God, our lord, can … Continue reading “Pit” – “Y gwrachod Gwen”
“Nostalgia Addict” – “Haunting Eros” – “Reflections Of A Tory”
Nostalgia Addict The old playground you visit: Where you got your first concussionWhere you first fell in loveWhere you first knew heartbreak It is made of mud, junkie needles, and used condomsAll the dirty froth on the orgasmic daydream.And yetYou still stay A supplicant, knees bent low, arms outstretched.You want the holy manna of better … Continue reading “Nostalgia Addict” – “Haunting Eros” – “Reflections Of A Tory”
“Betty and Barney Hill, Ed and Lorraine Warren, April afternoon.”
Spring comesOn the top of the housesTriangular roofs covered in spring slime Dripping on little boysCovering their nipples in green gooWarm wind blowing The smell of pies make nostrils erectBones under skin, smoothly circling jointsNo clicks at allNo clicks all smooth Basketballs fly in clear skiesA cockroach in the corner darkContemplates its young Mom and … Continue reading “Betty and Barney Hill, Ed and Lorraine Warren, April afternoon.”
A Change Of Plans
image credit by M. Heriv The smooth face appears without expression. “Mr. and Mrs. Baron, my name is Camille.” Only the eyes seem to know exactly how to fix themselves on the couple smiling back from the other side of the screen. “As you know, I’m with the New Suburban Affiliation.” Aside from the mouth, … Continue reading A Change Of Plans
“Chinese Box” – “Clocklight”
Chinese Box Not even onethought is the same.The light crushes itselfthrough the rum.Winks like a stoplight,red and undone.You say, “there is an animalin the room” and I wonder which.Of us are you speaking?Of. If I have been my ownsecret friend,I am sorry.If I have smudgedeach momentlike a glass,I am sorry.I admit to foldinghours like paperflowers, … Continue reading “Chinese Box” – “Clocklight”
Miles, Down In The Bunker
The canyon walls and Miles' desire burned in the late afternoon sun. The striated rock towered above, beige, red, and green, growing blurry through the sweat dripping into Miles' eyes. Samantha handed him a bandana. He slung it off and kicked a pile of rocks. He’d promised her a wild Friday night in the Utah … Continue reading Miles, Down In The Bunker
Crossroad
It’s a normal night, but the boy can feel the world ending. Outside, orange rays from streetlights hang limply against darkness; cars pass beneath his window at random, each crawling by as if in procession. All seems still; only the boy can recognize the destruction that will soon be wrought. Death does not frighten the … Continue reading Crossroad
Daddy’s Stories/Was I Not Curious Enough?
Daddy's Stories For as long as I can remember my daddy told me - his little princess – stories of kings and queens, witches and goblins, warriors and slaves. He continued to tell stories when I was older, and we sat in crowded, open yards. And when I asked him, he told me a story … Continue reading Daddy’s Stories/Was I Not Curious Enough?
Self-Preservation
"There’s an electrical storm off in the distance. In the night. And shoots out between the stars. And I feel such a strong sense of connection. With the chaos that is shooting around between the stars. I can feel the movement of everything as I stand here on this deck. It’s all reflected in the … Continue reading Self-Preservation
Slay The Devil
digital illustration by Gwen Ovis (@rancid0rchid) Heavy metal might be the closest thing we have today to the classical music of old. I don’t mean this simply in terms of baroque bombast and technical virtuosity. Like classical, metal is inseparable from its relationship to the divine. Glam bands like Poison might sing about girls and … Continue reading Slay The Devil
