Once i was home. i was home to my family my body housed life and suffered death i lay in solitude, listening to him breath listening to the quiet ticking of the clock. it was Tuesday, late when he staggered to our bed still wearing that damned fedora and her perfume and nothing else i... Continue Reading →

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Splintered Petals

She sits quietly Staring at her hands Lost in thought Her fingers writhe like snakes Entangled and ensnared Caught in her lap Caught in her eye She sits quietly Staring at her hands Her thoughts writhe like snakes Entangled, ensnared Caught in the word-trap Caught in her sighs She sits quietly Staring at her hands Her... Continue Reading →

Vacant Rose

It's easier in the dark. Alone doesn't feel quite so isolating wet cheeks go unnoticed Somehow, the bleakness seems a comfort Not unlike a pair of warm arms. She doesn't know I'm watching Lost in her rain cloud I'm positive that she'd prefer an embrace To the cold silence There she sits Cross-legged, nude, Tragic... Continue Reading →

The End of Her Rope

It is the last straw, this, the last time. This time his whore came to our home, dressed, or rather undressed, expecting him to be ready for her. In our bed. Not the first time, but certainly the final time. I’ve paid, and dearly for his indiscretions, physically, emotionally, having to swallow my pride and... Continue Reading →

This story was written by my 10 year old son David as a surprise for me.  I am indeed, surprised and pleased,  I hope you will be too. Melanie "Sometimes a story gets so crowded you can't tell an original story anymore." Scott Cawthon • Part 1 He turned the key in the lock and... Continue Reading →

The voice in my head is incessantly whining at me;  Don't start.  Stop Crying.  Big girls don't cry.  You're stronger than this. Gods, shut up already.  I'm not stronger than this, not remotely.  Perhaps once upon a time,  when I could breathe and move without scrutiny and suspicion, and without resignation, maybe then,  I was stronger.  Now,... Continue Reading →

I didn't come wrapped in a bow or pretty paper, instead I came home a raving silent mess full of anxiety and nightmares fresh from Hell.  My wife said I was a gift, then, and said I should have died there at the end of our life together.  She was right.  I know I killed my... Continue Reading →

as Eveline Hood Have you ever wondered what fear tastes like?  Like afraid for your life because this time it might be the end of it kind of fear?  If not, count yourself among the lucky ones.  To me, fear tastes like metal; like I've been sucking on a penny for too many hours.  Coppery.... Continue Reading →

4:30 am. I'm awake and staring out the window at the snow, wishing I was asleep and not witnessing horror. But instead I am, and so are the deer busily scampering, their hooves a clip clop of wood on wood against the asphalt.  It's cold and my smoke is dwindling, but I stay anyway with... Continue Reading →

I don't know why I'm even trying. I swore so long ago that I wouldn't speak to You ever again and I haven't,  until now. The Absent  Moral Authority, You abandoned me so many times, when I was taught that You were there to protect me, watch over me. Saviour. The first time I needed someone, after... Continue Reading →

Title photo Seppuku by Spanish artist Pejac The flight of geese outside my windows heralds the small death of Mother Nature; She, having fed on the vitality of summer, soon will lay dormant under a blanket of snow. So will I.   I've  tried to ask for help the only way I know how, and my... Continue Reading →

Truly, I wasn't sure he was real at first. Those wide guileless eyes, so full of truth; oozing sweetness and youthful innocence. Full to the brim with unfulfilled potential that it makes me ill. That alone is suspect. The confused cocked head, much like a disoriented puppy married with a glazed gaze that is meant... Continue Reading →

  *an excerpt from Slaughterhouse Stories,  coming in October 2016* Airports.  A concrete pen full of rules and fragrant with the scent of human animals.  It is certainly not the place Abbegael Clermont wants to be.  She was supposed to be on a tropical beach with a drink in her hand, but her employers disagreed, as... Continue Reading →

*from the upcoming book,  Stories from the Slaughterhouse, coming soon to digital and paperback* The thunk of the gun on the table in front of me holds such a finality that I am stunned into stammering.   Had I truly come to a point in my life where all my troubles could be bought away... Continue Reading →

Read  S N A P S H O T August 13, 2015 Outside of Kelford 30 miles NE of Skull Creek It’s all Al Kennedy can think about. Three weeks’ vacation to spend seven days of it driving while Angie slept and the kids fussed and fought endlessly in the back seat. Then she would... Continue Reading →

Thorns

My ears are ringing, my head throbbing in time with my heart, my skin, my… Where am I? I open my eyes, lifting my hand to shade the sun’s glare. The light hurts, and I feel sick, the bile rising harsh and acidic in the back of my throat. Trees all around, their bushy heads... Continue Reading →

It could be somethin'... Or just might be nothing ...shrug... I don't suppose it matters, but I have a question Have you ever died? Not figuratively, or even spiritually. Died. Ended. The old dirt nap. Existence: Terminated. Stop breathing, stop everything, even fighting for your life kind of death. I have. I'm still here, breathing... Continue Reading →

The Door Face Stranger

There is a new face in the hole.  A shiny new mask sent just to confuse and confound me further.  It's eyes are dark and deep, thoughtful as they observe.  The voices quiet some, the drop in volume from screaming to a dull roar, all of them muttering about this new one.  We could kill him... Continue Reading →

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