Gothicarus: Part V – Her Lullaby
Serial Poem “Innocence, in a sense, (Lost in heart, lost alone) Innocence, in a sense, Never made me its home. Wise ‘whys’ Revealed damaging truth. Wise ‘whys’ Stole the joy of my youth. Hear,...
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Go Away, Spirit of Tonight
Spiritual Poem Go away, Spirit of Tonight, spare me your wisdom, your deep and clear sight. You’re always right, even when you smile you’re here to decide what my fate will look like. You’re...
A Picked Flower
Poem That flower that I picked for you One dark night from the forest floor, Trembling in the wake of a faint, wild tune Had drops of dew clinging to its petals And...
Hearing Our Name
Poem Time is precious, lost time is everywhere Lost friends, lost connections, lost chances We are always struggling to not be left behind The boats keep moving forward And we keep fearing the fall...
Elephants Never Forget
Haibun A bronze elephant statuette rests on four coffee-table books. Its trunk curls up in a bellow to challenge rivals or predators. Another elephant: a plaster-of-Paris statuette from a mold. It rests on the...
Mr Lonelyhearts Man
I used to think that being dumped was like being dead, a state of numbness. But then I decided that the analogy wasn’t quite right: Being dumped makes you feel like the entire world...
The Baker, The Butcher and The Brewer, Part Four – The Brewer 23
He woke up seven minutes past midday. Well rested but a bit thoughtful. The euphoric reaction in his head had faded leaving a gap, a vacant space in his mind in need of filling....
The Human Comedy: Street Cleaning
Comedy Fiction Short Stories Marty McMichaels had two choices — the same two choices he had every time they came — and neither choice was a good one.It was Tuesday morning in Manhattan, and it...
Splendor and Filth
My mind is reckless… writhing and thrashing and burning in a sandstorm of red hot madness – in a wasteland of brimstone dreams… a snake that thrashes wildly…desperately…achingly against the wrought-iron pillars of man,...
Is It Too Late To Change My Name
Life Poem I always knew something was off. The shoe never fit. When friends approached the answering machine message to leave one after the beep never rang a bell. I addressed them with a...
Gothicarus: Part IV- Keralynne
Serial Poem Here we pause to meet Keralynne Crosstree Neither psychic nor cynic, she yet possessed A vision into a cloaked, murky realm, And its dark interference left her often distressed. She felt...
