Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock  The rickety old grandfather clock elicited a slight creak as the long metronome flung…

The woman in the glasses sits skeleton and quiet behind the desk of mahogany-carved gates of hell. Her eyes like gray bullets molten and shaped in hard cast-iron fire crushed and pressed beneath the silver days of youth.

When the days are cold, I fill them with words; When the nights grow weary,…

A goose goes slowly on the path “Nothing like an evil stash” It thinks, so…

My mother told me that cats can see demons. Cats, of all things! Why them?…

Specks of white come falling Falling down to Earth I hear my mother calling I…

Calloused hands work on the temple walls attempting to soothe the spirit within. Thrashing more…

In the silent, stirring, woods, Where squirrels store snacks Scavenged from spiny shrubs Stability is…

Is now the day for her eternal sleep? Must fate find her quaking at the…

I keep it strapped, taped, sealed The tightest it can be Until its polished edges…