Over the Lust-Horizon (a poem)

Look out to the horizon
From the shore, there’s so
Much to explore

The endless expanse of sea
And the orange-red canvas of sky
You, my love, with me
In the nuclear dawn
Times of love and comfort
Amid the troubles we ignore
On our blanket on the sandy shore
Remembering those gone
And those yet to come
Humanity’s resilient thrust
Reptilian creature-rhythm
And love-making in ritual beds
The bright stars above our heads
Soaked sheets, ecstatic minds
Hide and seek, what did we find?
Consummation of our vows
Spiritual marriage of soul-thieves
Dusty books on our shelves
Hot coffee and hot sex
Breakfast on the beach
Neon lust and capitalism-sin
Feeding the monsters within
The philosophers’ smirk and grin
Sages and ancient whims
Look out to the horizon
From the shore, there’s so
Much to explore

(Photo by Luke Moss on Unsplash)

The Itch and the Worm (flash fiction)

Here’s a piece of humor flash fiction about an annoying itch that leads to something truly bizarre. It’s about 715 words and has an estimated reading time of 3 minutes. Let me know what you think!

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Burn the Carnival Down (a poem)

At the carnival, I worry the high-fliers
Will fall, exposing us all to the ugly truth
That we’re centimeters away from
Death and decay – we’ll bury the performer
Below, but we’ll have nothing to show
For the bravery he put on display –
The sad clowns will cry and terrify
The children, and the madmen will laugh
And be locked in cages like Hunger Artists,
But, hey, tell me, who will save us?

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Ash-Heaps of Anguish (a poem)

Self-doubt devours us,
uncertainties and distrust
of primeval dogmas that
failed us wretchedly

charlatan gurus claim
to cure me of fragility,
but steal my virtue,
leave me trembling in
hollow ghettos

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Even Death May Die (flash fiction)

Here’s a piece of horror flash fiction inspired by the tales and mythos of H.P. Lovecraft. It’s about 600 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 and a half minutes. Let me know what you think!

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Mr. Tree (a photo)

Photo taken in Philadelphia in spring of 2021.

This goofy little picture comes from outside our apartment building in Philly. I’m not sure who decorated the tree this way, but it’s been there since we moved here. I love it! It reminds me of something from a children’s book. I especially like Mr. Tree’s bushy moustache!

Soul-Eater (a poem)

The soul-eater has corrupted me thoroughly

this world teeters on brinks of insanity –

the soul-eater lurches thru

underground tunnels quietly,

he searches for innocence

to destroy violently –

save me from the soul-eater,

I beg you, please,

nothing is sweeter to him

than sadistic glee.

(Photo by BSD on Unsplash)

Masks (flash fiction)

Everyone wore masks this particular day, some sparkled, and some were dull and gray. But there was one man who went maskless – this man I saw on the street corner. His face was normal as could be: a thin nose, bushy eyebrows, full lips, and ruddy, plump cheeks.

He stood there, beckoning me to come forward amid the masked people walking to and fro. “Did you know,” he started, “that I wear a mask, as well?”

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