Category Archives: Poetry

From the beginning the deck spoke as if we were well enough acquainted. We had no reason to withhold.   Shuffled till they must have lost all reference, all relevance, the same cards kept coming

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The dolls only move when you’re not looking. They wait til deep in the night.   I am an action figure as fragile as a peppermint stick and as easy to dissolve.   The music

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  The sound of footsteps in the sound of footsteps. Stop and listen. Nothing.   Start, they start; stop, they stop. Strain to hear.          Where nobody goes   look over the shoulder for what just

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The demon perched on the child’s chest And whispered doom into his ear. A shriek! then sobs and no more rest: The demon perched on the child’s chest In pitch dark. With a hellish zest

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The sweet song of the dead as their hands hold shy flowers to their nonexistent faces   I hand you a long rose and you take it, scratch your slender finger on a thorn you

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Shovelfuls of earth thump, thump, thump onto a coffin; inside, frantic gasps for the vestiges of oxygen rationed by your subterranean prison.   So speak, shriek scream, yell, you will still be trapped in a

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“Ah my dear, have no fear,” Snarled the stranger in the night, Whose lupine eyes could mesmerize Any creature in their sight; “For I have only just returned From my Transylvanian flight, When I spied

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worms squirm through eye sockets and nasal cavities, maggots feast on left-over strips of putrefied flesh hanging spaghetti-like from the cranium of a severed skull, mandible agape frozen in an eternal muted scream – a

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A mouthful of wildflowers a mind full of tea leaves, steeping.   Sun brewed tea lavender and lemon, ice cubes in the swimming pool, the bird’s song pecking, off key and off beat.   An

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Each grey tree a sharpened claw to gouge the sun, every wall of the mountains a brittle and black paycheck.        The bears rendezvous in the dumpster, snouts stuffed in carry-out, and they don’t

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