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 … Continue Reading Wake me up. Wake me up!
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 … Continue Reading Stiltskin
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 … Continue Reading Humbug
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 … Continue Reading Snow’s apparition
Originally posted on Talkin' to Myself:
A small town has its advantages. It can hold you close and nurture you. As a child, that is a very safe thing to…
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 … Continue Reading In sway
Originally posted on Brave & Reckless:
When I was young, December rolled in on a blanket of fog. Thick, wet and gray. It clung to the ground. If it let…
“It was up here” he said. Out in a grayish dream of dank fog, we plodded through the cold muck of a cornfield. Thanks to the lights of a faraway … Continue Reading A riddle in the corn…
Home alone this week…not much to do, except set up the tree.
Many say I wear a mask My hands are very small I have a kin in Notre Dame But, surely, that’s not all It’s cleverness I have in spades I’ll … Continue Reading The burglar
A metal piece inside the chest Remembers faulty rhythms Within the heart’s unquiet rest I think of embolisms The days of cruel and crushing weight They once did come but … Continue Reading May the Force be with me. (repost from last December)
