
Hell House (graphic art)

I can swear I heard waves,
gently washing on a shore,
but I could not see an ocean,
for I was locked under the cellar door
The wild man put me here,
after pounding my head on the floor,
he danced in the moonlight,
he never told me what for
We snake thru the glorious night,
red lights shining in angry eyes
searching for honey that’s in the
blood-fields, the tundra that’s
thawing as spring comes upon us
like hell-fire visions –
Continue reading “Night Terrors (a poem)”Cold wind blows in the
dark night, as trash cans tumble
in a lonely street
Continue reading “Cold Wind (a haiku)”my body, dissolved in acid
is a fitting way for life’s end
terminate the contract of
my earthly stay
if you must
Continue reading “Highway of Existence (a poem)”Abandon all hope
at the gates of hell, as you
will never escape
Continue reading “Abandon Hope (a haiku)”the ticking clock reminds me of dying,
descending into dim voids –
each second my body
devours itself
organs shift in pain
my brain pulses blood
Continue reading “Tick-Tock (a poem)”Here’s my attempt at a scary short story about what happens when you infiltrate peoples’ nightmares – and the consequences that come from doing so.
“Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.” – Sigmund Freud
I.
Dylan yawned, leaned back in his chair. It was another late night at the Nightmare Center, but at least he was collecting overtime. The entire year had been full of late nights, for obvious reasons. The election had peoples’ unconscious selves falling apart at the seams.
“Still here?” Amari asked, bags under her eyes.
“Unfortunately,” Dylan said. “I’m working a double.”
“It never ends.”
Continue reading “The Nightmare Center (a short story)”watching from the fire escape
I breathe in daylight, fresh air
a blue jay lands in a dead garden
her colors brilliant & offensive
dried leaves rustling like
fading nightmares
an urge to suck in colors before me
& vomit them back out
like the Destroyer God who
crushes galaxies in his hands