Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
Ghostless spirits fast convening Faces full of fearsome meaning Fallen angels, minions of the One Assembled is the shoreline throng They're moaning an unearthly song In penance for the wrongs that they have done And I, among them, poked and prodded By the grinning ghouls applauded The lake of fire is hotter than the Sun... Continue Reading →
This secret time, this stillness of night, find me in a cloistered glow. With insanity's obsession, I hatch plots. Given the grim seeds, a lackey's direction, I turn each one over and over, espying its flaws. And you, you my dear, are none the wiser. With witches' Ouija I call you. Turn, you will, and... Continue Reading →
Merry Christmas each and every. Have a woofty woof day!
The feel of a touch, so rare and wanted but spurned, turned away. The self sees love's empty vessel unfit to return a caress. Unwilling to culture a debt unpayable.
The moon slides down into dizzy vision, a bright dime in deepening blue. Along the street of home, straggling snow in sleepy silence. Rising chimney smoke is breezeless, straight and true. I return from the shopping mall, having invented unneeded things to buy. The right things seem to elude me, always. Ahhh, no matter, I... Continue Reading →
Broke down car Wintry night Forest flurries think up blizzards Trudge deep footsteps Forgotten parka Cold cold coming Seed of silent prayer Surprised partridge explode from snow In a silvery clearing, a half-seen ghost trying winter wings- Albatross of the woods? Coming for to carry me home.
Gael Mueller has brought us one person’s very affecting story of the wildfires. For me, it embodies what the human spirit is capable of in times of desperation.
A small town has its advantages. It can hold you close and nurture you. As a child, that is a very safe thing to have. As an adult, it often becomes intrusive, meddlesome and frustrating. Unless you need to be held close and nurtured.
My hometown was such a place. Five thousand people, two elementary schools, one middle school and one high school. I was surrounded by people who knew me from the day I was born. I was educated by my parents friends. Children that shared my kindergarten class shared my senior year in high school. I have friends that I have known all of my life.
Some of those friends have remained close. Some stay in touch and share the same history. Some do not stay in touch but when I hear their names I know who they are, who their parents were, I can place them and…
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I roll down the ghost road in this time of quickening twilight, uncaring of the mundane day. A fifth part of me sober, in control, but in the main, I am swayed by the lowness of the sundering clouds. The cloistered scene. There's a strange sense of foreboding, of a going down to the dark... Continue Reading →
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