Gotta Light?

The flame lights up the shadow thrown by his rakishly cocked fedora as he lights his cigarette with the stylishly dated trench coat firmly belted, the collar up in back “Here’s looking at you schweetheart” He says in a very bad Bogey imitation And I smile, a little giving an eyeroll and shaking my head... Continue Reading →

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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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

Confession: I'm terrified to fall asleep again. It's no joke, kid, I swear I ain't laughin' It's like waking up underwater and you are barely able to tread water you're so close enough to ripple the surface that your fingertips dance lightly across but no matter how hard you fight to life the glass ceiling... 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 →

  *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 →

The blackness of unconsciousness has monsters in it, slithery horrible things that resemble nothing close to peace. Floating in some breathless place, I wasn't and then I was. Like a light flashing on, or a flipped switch. What is a light?What is a switch? Flip the switch, blind the night. The reality is that my... 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 →

  stay calm  (that's just stupid) can't breathe (duh dumbass  i tried to warn you) drumbeats in my ears are too loud (nah that's just your heart about to explode. fun innit?) in terror and I'm alone why  are my eyes  wet? (you cry? holy shit.  i thought you were made of stone ...lungs burn yet?) they... 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 →

· · · I see it all. Each darkened corner full of monsters and pixie dust and the bodies of dead dreams piling like cordwood under dust bunny tarps. The nightmarish coursers that haunt my waking hours smell like corrupted flowers and cinnamon fire; an obscene mix that sours my stomach and comforts what remains... Continue Reading →

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