Warning: the book in your hands will break your heartit is symbolictragedy, power, truthis many thingsit is wonderful poetrycartography that mapsa unexplored piece of experience–personally familiarit is a memoriala magical actit is all these thingsBegin at the beginninggo on,till you reach the endthen stopsomething will tugat the edge of your mind/heartlet your imaginationfill in these… Continue reading Foreword
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Mermay: Steampunk
Lightning flashed through the sky, striking the rod erected near the center mast of the ship. The vessel shook as the lightning traveled down, catching along the many cords laced across the ship as the disrupted currents hit the secondary engine, pushing them forward. The very storm that could kill them was the only thing… Continue reading Mermay: Steampunk
2:49 a.m.
As I was driving home, I thought the weird noises were coming from my car but it was just random things in my vehicle. The green and white tassel hanging from the review mirror brushing against a plastic cup. Static from the radio as another station tried to cut in. The shadowy figure sliding further… Continue reading 2:49 a.m.
Tame
“It was snowing and the forest was silentShe turnedand began to speakbut I couldn’t hear the wordsThe sounds that issued forthshed my wolf skinand we made loveThe crunch of boots on snowa gunshotwefled”Where have you gone? November138 Years Later The bouncer was a mountain of a man. Once he recognized me, his eyes set into… Continue reading Tame
The Eyes
"The eyes are the hardest to forget. The eyes of her mother, wild and free. The eyes of her lover as he escorted her to the throne. Eyes forming a sea of green, blue and brown filled with horror. The eyes of a dead man outside the ballroom door."
Reading Rites 