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Autumn 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 | 0 comments | 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 | 0 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 | ContinuedWife
By Elizabeth John He Will come And take you When you think not When you expect not You’ll be a prisoner Of his sweet words; you’ll be his little toy; and the games he’ll play with you are not for the weak of heart— Your weak heart. He’ll have your mind and your soul. You [...]
7Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedFree to dream
By Tina Muller The path to my happiness is blocked, imprisoned by my own indolence and ignorance and closely guarded by imposed boundaries and rules and regulations. I need to get out from underneath this pile of corpses! They are but functioning bodies with dead spirits. Trying to fight my way towards the light. I [...]
4Mar2012 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedFitting in
By Tina Muller howling with the wolves as we do at Halloween covering up, avoid being seen hiding to stay undetected by the ill of the affected. (there is no sunshine underground) No tags for this post.
4Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedMessage to vultures
By Tina Muller and just because i keep my ear on the ground because I’m looking down that hole to see what is hiding in the dark. don’t think I’m blind to what is happening above me in the sky I can sense you searching up there in the air looking for something in despair. [...]
4Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe strength of lions
By Tina Muller when the beast cries, the sky cries too washing away salty tears and filthy smears. lions are creatures with ears sensitive to that high pitch of wounded screams, sensitive to that rolling thunder in the chest of the female beast. loud hollering drowns out the sounds of sadness drowns out the sound [...]
4Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedHiding in the dark
By Tina Muller diving into deep purple darkness, head first swimming through cold sticky blood further down, down, down a hand is searching for another fingertips sensitive, replacing sight find it, hold it, try to keep it and take it back to where it came from even if the slimy blood loosens the grip and [...]
4Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedA delicate balance
By Tina Muller I have a spiritual problem? what’s that supposed to mean? I want to sink my teeth into the throat of hell, tear it open, grab some and throw it at them spiritual types. throw blood, shit and spunk at them whiter than whites those “preachers” of love and light. No tags for [...]
4Mar2012 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedA walk in the park
By Tina Muller so peaceful it is to walk through the park in that city-kind-of dark with my bitch. her, tail waggling sniffing and running about and checking things out. me, dressed to keep out cold, wind and wet and strutting about in my bovver boots. a chain lead, detached, wrapped around knuckles and the [...]
4Mar2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedAre you ready for some magic
By Tina Muller my intensity is piercing, penetrating your shell its going to slap you and burn you. it is a powerful spell. so while you are shaking and vibrating while you are trembling and stirring something combusts and starts a fire of indefinite yearning for progress, for change, for truth and for learing and [...]
17Feb2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedMonster Matinee, 1968
By Sean Lause The monster is a sock puppet, any reasonable adult can tell. A reptile, it resembles Kukla on bennies, and when it peers round the screen, the children mock it, whack it with ju-jubes and raisinettes, or hurl derisions at its confusion. Only one boy, small and plump, whose face resembles a design [...]
15Jan2012 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedDeath Dream
by Brett E. Devlin I dreamed a death, a death in my dream. A death dream in life, or so it seemed. I dreamed my own death in the beginning of life. I was murdered in blood, I was killed with a knife. My throat was slit, my life was drained. I was left in [...]
25Mar2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedLove, I Don’t Yet Know
by John Elliott Don’t ask me of love, For love, I don’t yet know. Ask me of alcohol, drugs and food, Ask me of life, Ask me of death, Ask me of kings, queens, presidents and pharaohs. Ask me of laughter, happiness, anger and sorrow. But don’t ask me of love, For love, I don’t [...]
4Mar2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE CLOSET
By Dr. Mel Waldman I live in a closet. But each day, I leave my little home and the safety of my microscopic universe. I saunter off into the labyrinthine streets and walk the tightrope of life and death. I don’t belong. Do you? I trudge across the Manhattan Bridge to work. I’ve got a [...]
25Feb2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE DEVIL
By Dr. Mel Waldman The Devil wears many masks and faces. Often, it covers its true identity with the gold image of hope and redemption. With its melodious voice, it promises salvation. And we believe, for we desperately need a leader to take us to the Promised Land. So we believe. It speaks softly of [...]
25Feb2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE BEAST
By Dr. Mel Waldman The beast stalks and kills other predators in the wilderness. It is the most powerful creature in the wasteland, fiercer than the Tasmanian wolf, uglier than the Tasmanian devil. The beast wears many masks. Old wise men say that if you see its undisguised face, you will die from terror and [...]
25Feb2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTOXIC UNIVERSE
By Dr. Mel Waldman The antediluvian universe vanished suddenly. Why? Our wise men could not explain this eerie event, nor could we. Left behind in an enigmatic Void, we waited. The darkness arrived first, surrounding and engulfing us. We sat like blind men inside our dark, dank homes. The dawn disappeared too and we lost [...]
25Feb2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedLAST DAYS
By Dr. Mel Waldman Last days, lacerated time, shrinking space, frozen face, the universe closing in on us; we didn’t know your life approached extinction. The days disappeared eerily, and when they reached finality, you passed away, forgetting how to breathe, unable to sustain even one more breath. Just before that poignant moment of unbearable [...]
14Jan2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE GARDEN
By Dr. Mel Waldman Clutching my sacred manuscripts, I stroll through the garden, gazing at my pretty flowers, my vibrant red and white roses blooming in the glorious sun and my old and dying daisies and sunflowers, shriveled up and vanishing into the earth. Letting go, saying goodbye. Why? I saunter around my garden and [...]
14Jan2011 | admin | 1 comment | ContinuedTHE HOUSE OF TRAUMA
By Dr. Mel Waldman I live in the House of Trauma, my labyrinthine mansion of infinite rooms where I keep my alter egos locked up. I keep my multiple identities safe from each other and me, and cut off from many dark horrific memories, the devastating truths of my existence, my unbearable past. But each [...]
14Jan2011 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTHE GHOST OF OUR EXISTENCE
By Dr. Mel Waldman The ghost of our existence is here, inside my little room of being and becoming. And it is out there with you, wherever you are, wherever you go. It is everywhere, surrounding and enclosing us in a sphere of life. It engulfs us in a metaphysical ball as vast as the [...]
14Jan2011 | admin | 0 comments | Continued