Wounded Wednesday Presents: A Paler Shade of Truth

The sweeping wind slices its way tenderly through the weeping willows’ tendril boughs Like a paper knife carefully cutting out silhouettes into a kaleidoscope of broken shadows, While the rubicund light bleeds in sun-drops through the jagged edges of the leaves To where we repose entangled in our restlessness beneath the shelter of the trees. … Continue reading Wounded Wednesday Presents: A Paler Shade of Truth

Blink, Blink, Kiss, Kiss, Burn, Burn, Hush, Hush

Secured, restrained, held close and locked, the windows opened wide— The door was ajar, flashed the light, trapped the fire while it burned inside. … It burned inside. … Blink. … Blink. … Smoke choked slipping down the walls, bled up the corners dripped on the fingertips Teeth split, broken whole, pulled back blackened flesh, … Continue reading Blink, Blink, Kiss, Kiss, Burn, Burn, Hush, Hush

Pardon my French, but this Poem is Just Too Sexy for English

English translation is below the French version my anglophone friends, but this is your content warning because this poem is pretty explicit. Must be something about being the language of love but every time I try to write in French I get... well porn-y. Any-hoot if that's not your thing skedaddle now and come back … Continue reading Pardon my French, but this Poem is Just Too Sexy for English

Weird Wednesday Presents: Peter Pied Piper

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter pads the sound of teeny tiny tripping trapping Tumbling, twirling, twisting, curling, little-little feet a-dancing It’s not the children, oh my, oh no, not the children never they They’re gone forever, flapped their feet and flew away No, no, no, ‘tis just the scritch-scritch-scratch and rat-ta-tat-tat of rats’ attack The squeak-squeak crack and … Continue reading Weird Wednesday Presents: Peter Pied Piper

Brief Bedtime Musings on Paradise Lost and an Extremely Wordy Original Poem

You know, the tragedy of Milton’s Satan is that he ends up becoming a worse version of the very thing he is rebelling against. In truth, I wonder Milton’s universe would be better served if both God and the Devil were to follow the path of the Buddha and relinquish the chains of desire to … Continue reading Brief Bedtime Musings on Paradise Lost and an Extremely Wordy Original Poem