Just keep breathing I'm trying but Wheezing whining crying alone In the dark The elephant It's on my chest And it's giving delighted gifts; (huge butt wiggles) While I still try furiously futilely fight The constant war Between the lines Belief and faith Someone else's Views of what is Right or always wrong. But Gods... Continue Reading →

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Fear Front Publishing the 3RD Wave

Jerry Winnett Creative

That’s right! FearFront Publishing will be releasing it’s 3rd wave of authors in mid to late April! These spooky and terrifying tales will have you begging for mercy! Yours truly is proud to be the designer for Fear Front Publishing and I am equally proud to show you the covers for the new wave of Authors! In my line of work judging a book by it’s cover is a must, therefore it is my pleasure to scare you, to  leave you in a state of terror.

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All titles will be available @Amazon.com

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By all means enjoy these horror filled volumes in book or ebook form! Release date Late April on Amazon.com

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Watch the Garden Grow

I bury it deep There, in the backyard by the smallish graves of all of our pets - The poor things, they're missed • I bury it deep Lay in the decay pitiful corpses In the lighter dark one ray of sunshine That reaches this place • I bury it deep Next to the bodies, where... Continue Reading →

Edge of your seat folks! More like edge of the bed Live screaming Live streaming tears Talk about true horror It's so loud Too loud Round and round Only the hammers of hell drown They fade out the noise Stop beating yourself! but how? How when your brain hates you Dredging up an old fleshy... Continue Reading →

dying in a drowning embrace

Passion burns and she gasps Earthshake quivering over a rigid rising when he pulls the pleasure from her belly Rhythmic motion of riding the ocean sighs He watches desire rise from her chest It's a tsunami of tangled bodies Her cries rise like a bird in flight Both clinging to love like a life preserver... Continue Reading →

Throwing Stones

Let’s throw stones, shall we? No? You do already - Now, hard as you can Throw them into the water Watch the impact Smash the mirror image and Make the ripple  a reality The splash is arterial spray or your own tears And you killed it Did it feel good?   Did you enjoy it? ... Do... Continue Reading →

Hitting Home

You couldn’t help yourself, could you? Just had to have it your way, ply and plead over poetry and broken, useless promises Pretty words meant to crack veneer, like stones on a still frozen pond, you just kept hammering it home It did too, hit home, believe it a punch to the solar plexus a... Continue Reading →

hEaD oN a StIcK

Sky eye blue tee You see, because, I feel less, well… Alone in it Bury my head in the pillow last kiss goodnight and hope to sleep before I cry *It rarely works* Pray, prey, for light A direction From whatever Omnipotent Entity Chooses to answer The Universe Provides the proof That I am not by... Continue Reading →

The Sane Sanctuary

Thirty-two: there are thirty-two and they hang on the wall. What you ask?  My collection of grisly souvenirs, the last one is barely a month old and frankly, it’s starting to show little signs of decay  and putrefaction.  No matter what I use, I can never stop that first biological rebellion that would keep them... Continue Reading →

they said watch the horizon

up and down … up and down … up the swells make my head explode my heart aches in sympathy for my stomach and my ears look for the horizon there is no shore out there only water, and the - burning alive, want water but there is none to be had surrounded by it... Continue Reading →

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 →

I am so pleased and proud to share this! Coming this Spring to Fear Front Publishing Rolling the Beautiful Bones Visit fearfrontpublishing.com to see the amazing works available now and soon by the authors at Fear Front!!

The Statue of She

She sits in silence, her eyes closed with a sweet distracted smile on her lips ⋅ Oh, she pretends to blend in with the crowd and fails He says that she wasn’t meant to but stand out like a glorious statue in the middle of a war-torn slum ⋅ And she is so blissfully unaware of... Continue Reading →

Sometimes, when i'm alone/ almost by myself cos ghosts/ i wear pink with no makeup/ and let my hair go curly/ and pretend that i'm a warm/ blooded, a soft hearted girl/ instead of the cold minded/ all but invisible weirdo/ laying shrouded in bubbles/ adding salt to the water/ that is the truer image/... Continue Reading →

I used to overflow Sitting on a sofa Chesterfield Couch, whatever. Thighs spilled over edges Although not a lot And my gut filled my lap More than the kids ever did Shortness of breath from walking Down the street was more common Than breathlessness for any other reason Today I sat in the same place... Continue Reading →

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 →

Lullaby

⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ She falls asleep to the sounds of gunfire In the arms of chilly concrete Alone in the ruins of a normal life A four-year old Ancient weeps ⋅ She knows no life different But dreams of so much more A home, a warm meal, a family In her sleep the... 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 →

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