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A Sense of Dread
By Thomas Spencer It started as a normal day, I guess, I awoke as I do most always. I made my sloth-like way out of my bed And trudged me down the hallway. I threw some water on my ungrateful face And went thru my each morning bathroom thing. After that I wandered to the [...]
27Aug2012 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedThe Twisted Wish
By Thomas Spencer Countless years ago I made a pact With the one whose name I can’t reveal To trade off my soul for life everlasting At the time it seemed to be the perfect deal. For how could I ever forfeit my soul If I would never die I caught myself thinking of Dorian [...]
27Aug2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedWhile I Still had a Heart to Save
By Thomas Spencer Soon after the last tourist had scurried back home After autumn skies took a turn for the gray With the north wind in my hair And a nip in the air I quietly stole myself away. I found me a spot a ways back from the shore With an oak spreading out [...]
27Aug2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe View From Above
By Dr. Mel Waldman The view from above the cityscape is vast. It moves and feeds my spirit. Yet my hazel eyes look south and touch the elongated Void, an unbearable emptiness mixed with metallic dust and human debris, rushing toward my private mansion like never-ending waves of desert dunes; and soon my house and [...]
1Aug2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Old Lady Eats Brother Anguish
By Dr. Mel Waldman After dark, the old cannibalistic lady craved blood and crushed bones. When she saw Brother Anguish, her twisted and gnarled psyche commanded her to obliterate the poor fellow, who stood about a foot smaller than she. Why? He was different. She liked him. She loathed him. He married her daughter who [...]
1Aug2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Shrink of Trauma City
By Dr. Mel Waldman We come from darkness, and like the lost sparks of creation, once contained in holy shells called kelipot that shattered during shevirat ha-kelim, “the breaking of the vessels,” we are scattered across the antediluvian city. We search for meaning. We collect and gather the sacred sparks of divine light. [...]
1Aug2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedBreakdown
By Dr. Mel Waldman The Dance of the Cosmos, phantom dancers pirouetting in outer/inner space, the grotesque, beautiful ghostly Dance of the Cosmos; Ghosts, eerie beings of the sad, fractured universe, becoming bizarre Beauties grasping and searching for the incomprehensible & Dancing in Chaos, evolving, dissolving in the Dance of Madness, vanishing in still life [...]
1Aug2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Shrink Wears Black
By Dr. Mel Waldman The shrink wears black and descends 18 stories below street level into the barren earth. Below human existence, he lives inside his underground tomb. Buried alive with freaks who come and go, he sits in the center of pitch-black madness, renounces his identity, submits to an egoless state of being, ponders [...]
1Aug2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedLaughter is an Acceptable Form of Healing
By Daniel Craig Roche I do not know what I feel, but I know it isn’t happiness. Innocence beaten. Innocence raped. Innocence murdered. The runt of a litter. Drowned in a bucket of water. An act performed by a local farmer. The pain of a first (probably last) time parent. Recently [...]
12Jun2012 | admin | 2 comments | ContinuedSouls
By Daniel Craig Roche Meaningful gifts let you know I care, but it wasn’t good enough for you I lay awake at night, but you don’t come home. What is a man supposed to do? What was I supposed to do? What am I supposed to be? Now that you are gone. [...]
12Jun2012 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedLunacy Death
By Daniel Craig Roche Back in the days when your heart beat to the tune of your youthful dreams. When deep inside you knew you were destined to achieve great things. All the negativity and all the naysayer’s could be pushed aside as easily as a curtain, and every time that curtain was moved, [...]
12Jun2012 | admin | 2 comments | ContinuedIron Butterfly
By Daniel G. Snethen The butterfly collector stands staring up into the mercury vapor, oblivious to congregating coleopterans on the oak board fence below. The golden glow of opossum eyes peer at him while more teeth than any other North American mammal devours an endangered carrion beetle. Butterflies are generally diurnal not crepuscular and certainly [...]
19May2012 | admin | 2 comments | ContinuedSweet Dreams
By Daniel G. Snethen Marilyn Manson keeps singing in my head Sweet dreams, sweet dreams are made of these. Blood hemorrhaging, crimson cleansing. Gushing liquid life…life knifed. Death lives, authority dies. Sweet dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree? Who am I to disagree? Who am I? Who…am…I? I am browbeaten. I [...]
19May2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedXazanius
By Daniel G. Snethen Hominid inhabitants of Xazanius were barbarian. Evolutionarily spawned from Darwinian broth most stygian. Xazanius cohabited by denizens human and reptilian. The xanthic atmosphere a miasma extremely sulfurous. Xazanius a galactic quagmire, dark and odoriferous populated with barbaric flora and fauna carnivorous. Gargantuan beasts and plants carnivorous prey upon the relative puny [...]
19May2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedCockfight
By Daniel G. Snethen Rooster and Henny were simple Cajun folk. Rooster’s off-white greyish wife-beater barely stretched over his beer belly. Henny’s halter burst with double-D flesh, her shorts, shorter than Daisy Duke’s. Rooster, a lazy unemployed shanty bum, raised gamecocks and siphoned gas. Henny spent days slinging hash, nights tending bar, letting patrons ogle her [...]
19May2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Land of Aquarius
By Daniel G. Snethen Part I: Aquarius Water, azure like the sky. As far as the eye, water. Not like the raging Atlantic, or the frozen emerald Arctic, but winding its way, around hill and hummock, forming a vast shallow sea dotted with swards of green. Primitive, primordial paradise. The genesis of evolution. [...]
19May2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedAutumn Leaves
By Daniel Craig Roche Crimson autumn leaves against a black autumn sky. Mere moments away from when they will fall and soon lie. Lie on the ground where they will rest and be forgotten, or raked into a pile where they will fester – become rotten. Rot into the ground becoming food for the worms. [...]
8May2012 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedLove and a dark corner
By Daniel Craig Roche Passionless kisses and sweet nothings in the ear. Meaningless moments embraced in each other’s arms. Her means and my means are not one in the same. Delicate touch under her frail white chin to remove her vision from the dark corner. Her attention focused now on the blinking red light. She [...]
8May2012 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedCrescent Moon Smiling
By Daniel C. Roche Why are we out here? I can sense something wrong. Now I sense fear, but she seemed oh so strong. Why does your light scream through the limbs of the trees? What do your words mean as they are carried through the breeze? The moon does not care, so ask it [...]
8May2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTrust Me
By Echo Shea Hold close to me, Don’t slip away, For you’ll be lost for good. The shadows, they will not forgive, And leave you as they should. Take my hand, And don’t let go, I’ll try to keep you safe. Follow me into this darkness; Please, make haste! Can you feel the softest draft [...]
2May2012 | admin | 2 comments | ContinuedSamhain
By Harry Craft Restless, they shift upon their earthen bed As night enfolds the world in its wings drear. Tonight, uneasy sleep the dead. The pleasant autumn fades; the heavy tread Of solstice hastens on the dying year— Restless, they shift upon their earthen bed. Forgotten memories stir in dusty head Of [...]
26Apr2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Watcher
by Peter Storey A cold sun sets on shrubs grown tall, rooted in a punctured ball, And on the sad and shadowed ruins of a home, deserted in this fall Save for a bottle and a man, empty both, upon the floor. He croons and gurgles in troubled sleep, bottle clutched like long-lost doll, While [...]
26Apr2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedImmortality
By Kristin Hoehler Frozen in a memory that never existed, A dream that hadn’t been dreamt, It’s the past that haunts us wearily, With silent screams from the dead. A wisp of wind for every sin, A flame for every beckoning, They lay in black roses, With thoughts of intervening. Time sees us through, Death’s [...]
18Apr2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedFell Away
By J W Griebel Swept from my arms, I shall remember this day As it were engraved Upon my still beating heart. Her eyes stared, And the stars revealed there, Shone for ages, unaware. I grasped out But she slipped from my grip. Graced my finger tip by tip, Knotting my tongue fit to rip. [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedA Zombie Sestina
By Bobby Mehr Under the stretching autumn sky, I wait. I’m lying on the rooftop, my backpack under my head. It’s been six weeks since I’ve lost contact and I fear the worst is yet to come. The infection spread quickly, and death became more common than sleep. Long were the nights when I watched [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedBLACK WIDOW
By Elizabeth John A bit of poison on the tongue And prick of knife upon the chest Will bring down her lover’s heart And help him find eternal rest Wedding vow will now stand broken “To love forever” will not be kept— The bride is free to find another And build anew her lover’s nest— [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedThe Devil’s Harlot
By Elizabeth John There is a whisper that they speak Of one so lovely, of beauty deep She who stands with skin so fair Eyes aglow and silken hair And so they whisper with much lust Of soft caress and passion’s touch But men are men as men can be And turn blind eye to [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedGravedigger
By Elizabeth John He toils for the dead. He wears his hat hung low on his brow To protect him from the sun’s harsh light, and to obscure his vision from the task ahead. He labors for the dead. He carries a shovel over his shoulder. Its weight presses down, digs in. It reminds him [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedAnd An Angel Will Lead Him Home
By Elizabeth John When once was lost a good man’s soul And he did renounce the promised home When darkness pushed the light away He vowed he would no longer play When rules and law mattered not— He sought a new way home. When once his conscious led him not And the words he prayed [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | Continued