The Nightmare
I could come to you darling But the horse is watching me Don’t call the nurse, please, Her hair was a panther Her shoes were wormholes Her mouth was a mine And the horse is watchingRead More
I could come to you darling But the horse is watching me Don’t call the nurse, please, Her hair was a panther Her shoes were wormholes Her mouth was a mine And the horse is watchingRead More
I feel like painting. Unfortunately, I have no canvas so the paper becomes my medium. I want to try to paint a place. Somewhere not quite near but far away from the malevolent, past over allRead More
Somewhere high above and distant between the lights Over there somewhere behind the stars and hope There is a dream A dream that does not stop, that grows that branches out Far into infinity rather entropicallyRead More
Does it matter how I dress? Can you see my soul From the definition of my thigh Through the tightness of my pants Or read my history From the shadow of my collar Framed by theRead More
It is with the beginning of a sentence that a writer is born. The complex mind providing the simplistic escape from reality A world of wonder and dreams forged like castle walls Each stone a wordRead More
Comment your thoughts And / Or a suggestion They are usually weird. But some are an exception- All of ‘em sound creepy I report them weekly. But some are fantastic! I love being sarcastic… AndRead More
O’ Gibbous moon of the winter night, A slit of white in liminal twilight, Commands the bowing winds and all Unveiling her form like a curtain-call. On this cold night of winter’s peek, She perches aboveRead More