This, from Morgan Bradham...
via My Comfort
uncomplaining drudge with hangdog look cultivated trudge martyr’s walk will Heaven prize you? ah but the heart is known so cast aside your props and take tutelage from the angels … Continue Reading A silent fool is none the wiser.
With planned barbarism they came. Safety in numbers. Their eyes as dead as a Great White’s. Jittering on their hair triggers. Never questioning the barked orders of their commanders. My … Continue Reading 30: Nightmarish (a shot in the dark)…may offend.
A fourth piece of mine entitled “Finders keepers” will be published on Spillwords.com on June 10. It is a dark poem about depression and suicidal ideation, and is not for … Continue Reading Poem publication
Behind a Reception sign, someone sits. Writes with her left hand, moves a mouse with her right. Speaks into a headset, enunciating clearly, succinctly, concisely. All this with a face … Continue Reading A pearl
A word whispered by winter’s ghost in last night’s dream of loss. Gehenna So foreign to this man, it held a portent. This evening, as he sweeps winter’s leavings from … Continue Reading Gehenna
What is this, my friend? You, the one who never makes plans, have cobbled this one together from the remnants of the morning. You really shouldn’t be left alone, you … Continue Reading Jigsaw
Cable-carried am I, upslope, in harness. Slow. It is slow. I hear the rollercoaster clacks, each prophesying sinister thrills. With powered eyes I see continents of fogged-in secrets. Sorry horses … Continue Reading 29: the way out
I’ve been making trips to north central Ontario for nearly 50 years, almost all of them via highway 11. During that time, I have passed by a curious anomaly that … Continue Reading Haraview Burgers and highway 11
I feel possessed when you come ’round. Vampire of my affections that I save, unknowingly, to cast, as pearls. Lost upon you? So nervous you are. Just a touch makes … Continue Reading The affair
About Us – Spillwords.com is a home for writers and poets, published and unpublished, a place where their works can gain a proper exposure to the world. Source: About Us, … Continue Reading About Us, a place for Readers and Writers where Words matter
We mumbles, yes we mumbles, and oftentimes we screams. Depends a lot on Mister “M”, Director of our dreams. We stumbles and we fumbles, through the achy breaky … Continue Reading Mister M.
From James A. Reeves at Atlas Minor http://atlasminor.com/bow/
all the days of a life in misery’s company its dark bird upon the shoulder visible to none but its host but not in mirrors. its hooks, in the trapezius, … Continue Reading Skeletal