I think I trust too many and know I judge too few. I empathize with the martyr almost as much as I do the one who cracks the whip. I know those with hate and cruelty flushed across their faces had a stern hand beat ideology into them from birth. The rage and fear screamed … Continue reading Chains and Stones (a poem about self-oppression)
Fear
Conversations – 1:1 to 1:6 (an exploration of form)
1:1 “Why are you alone?” “They taught me I needed no one else.”
Two to three miles offshore (a poem)
Horizon swaying in the distance Warring infinites of gray and black Salt spray swirling in my lungs The floor keeps a layer of bilge As indiscriminate waves Chop away at our sides Our voices are subdued A reverence for our fortune Rivers of pale-yellow shards Arc up through the air From the way of the … Continue reading Two to three miles offshore (a poem)
Blood Like Rain (cosmic horror)
“Drip, drip, drip,” goes the rain Thinks he As a deep red smears his fingers Wiping a cheek and turning to the skies High above in the clouds Floats the crucifixions Of humans by the millions An ocean of flesh Indiscriminately strung up By the invisible Their eyes are torn to pink Seeing nothing below … Continue reading Blood Like Rain (cosmic horror)
Ha Ha Horse Fly Forest (a poem about casual racism)
They all laughed.
Red (a narrative horror epic)
Hooks to my teeth It pries open My mouth Chills rattle Down the base Of my skull To the marrow Of my sacrum
The Daemon (a poem)
The Daemon (a poem) A time ago I asked myself a question, knowing not where it led. See, I have lived my life a sinning man, I have learned that sinners can see through others, and sometimes see themselves staring back. Looking yourself in the eye, anywhere but in front a mirror, I call that … Continue reading The Daemon (a poem)
“Tell me of Life” (a musing, 2017)
Life is a transitory thing, reaching the finish nearly as it begins. It scarcely frustrates its pace enough, it cannot appreciate the beauty, horror, or intrigue— these that churn to being in the wake of its steps. Yet as it bounds forward, the lights that gather into flame, rather than shine with persevering luster, … Continue reading “Tell me of Life” (a musing, 2017)
Vessels of Veyrath: Ch.0 – Butter Knife (pilot / a short story, 2017)
A quick note from the author: This story, while one of my oldest works, has inspired me to create a larger continuum around the characters, loosely based off the events from this pilot. I have done some outlining for the overarching story and characters, and I have gotten some progress on writing the first chapter(s). … Continue reading Vessels of Veyrath: Ch.0 – Butter Knife (pilot / a short story, 2017)
Rats of Bain (a short story, 2014)
Rats of Bain (a short story) How long have I been here? As I asked myself this question, I was beset by a sinking feeling. This had to be the question I asked myself the most. Or perhaps that title would belong to: ‘How many times have I asked myself this?’ My mind so loves … Continue reading Rats of Bain (a short story, 2014)
