Accretion
Today is Muse’s birthday. And for her birthday she’s given us a gift. She calls it “Accretion.”
White Roses (Pt. 1)
Spring’s arrival was still a ways out but despite the snow and sleet it RSVP’d in the dead of winter. The snow was piled high by the street well out of the mailman’s way. The front sidewalk was clear. The neighbors’ walks were clear to boot and their steps swept …
Proper Windage
…little me underground, fading, stalking, pretending to be dead, aiming to end a thing that has no heart and already has a bullet in the head…
Reconnect
Today I rocked, I wrote, I plucked my strings, I nailed a poem called “the little things” and then I did a victory dance around the house, and I don’t mean just on the inside.
Pajama Party
My grandmother always said, “Moderation in everything,” and of course she’s right. I should have heeded her advice tonight. I wonder, if my grandpa had heeded her advice more often, would he have needed the Alka-Seltzer less often?
Coven Pool
Time to make more croutons.
The Hearts She Will Have Broken
I knew this little girl once in a sunlit classroom when I was little too. She had the deepest eyes of brown that would burst open to the color of swirling oblivion. They did so once right before mine. I dared to glimpse into them for as long as I …
Declassified
This world loves its labels. So I’ve labelled this “Declassified.” It’s a Ghost’s story for this new year’s night but to the rangers, witches, and wolves among us it is a howl flung in your direction, a notice served, a warning or perhaps a confirmation, a blank postcard from parts …
Corporation Service Specialist
“How are you doing this morning?” asked the headphones on the other end of the line, presumably wrapped around a head that was still trying to wrap itself around a script. “Fine,” I replied. But I thought this: I’m in the ebb trying to flow. The moon must be waxing. …
Open Hearts.
With my last few drops, Muse demanded I tell you that this one’s best paired with a glass of red wine and Concrete Blonde’s “Bloodletting” and/or The Rage’s “Fistful of Steel” gently lurking in the background… Muse, you’ve taught me so much about wood and stone. I now wish to …