INKTOBER 2019: Day 18. Misfit

Poor Betty... Betty's Wardrobe Malfunction Once a year, in the fall, the ogres hold a costume ball. Betty didn't quite know, if she really wanted to go. In the end the choice was moot, given the fit of her human suit.

INKTOBER 2019: Day 14. Overgrown

Look! I bought markers! The Satyr I tell you the truth, this is no lieabout how it was the satyr died:He lived in a grove of shady oakswith other lusty satyr blokes.He chased the nymphs as he was taught,but there was one nymph who would not be caught.He followed her into the forest deepwhere strange … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 14. Overgrown →

INKTOBER 2019: Day 7. Enchanted

A horse is a horse of course, unless it's miserable Ted The Scary Godmother Ted Garcia Morales had a fairy godmother,And she was a madrina like no otherLess bippity-boppity, more hella scary--But what can you expect from a skelefairy? The very first time that they met,Ted begged her for an enchantment.She obliged, and without remorse--She … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 7. Enchanted →

INKTOBER 2019: Day 6. Husky

I mean, just look at him--hardly any meat on those bones! Sticks and Stones and Bared Bones Did I ever tell you the story of Gordie Landusky?The boys used to taunt him, 'cause he was, y'know, kinda husky.He tried to tell'em he wasn't fat, he was just big-boned.But they'd spit in his face, and hit … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 6. Husky →

INKTOBER 2019: Day 5. Build

But how did he get up there? It's Not That Bad It's neither vile gossip, nor vicious rumor--It's just a little gallows humor.

INKTOBER 2019: Day 2. Mindless

My dad used to tell me this is how he changes his mind. Don't Worry, Be Happy Are you weighed down with worry and care?Perhaps you should blame what's beneath your hair.Just saw a bit and scoop it out--that beleaguered brain all full of doubt!You'll find that you can do without.You won't even notice how … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 2. Mindless →

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 →

WTF Wednesday Presents: I Don’t Even Know What This Is

[Content Warning: Adult Language, Sacrilegious Burrito, Pig Latin, Questionable Grammar] Am I asleep? Am I awake? Why did I stay up so late? STARE AT THE SCREEN. STARE AT THE SCREEN. STARE AT THE SCREEN. Click. Click. Fuck. Fuck it. Fuck. What? Am I asleep? Am I awake? Why did I stay up so late? … Continue reading WTF Wednesday Presents: I Don’t Even Know What This Is →

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 →

Witless Wednesday Presents: A Poem, A Lot Like Life

I fear this poem is in poor taste, or worse that it’s a complete and total waste both of time, and of rhyme. I don’t want to say it but I’m not gonna lie. The truth of it is, the reason why I wrote this poem was just to fill space. It began without meaning. … Continue reading Witless Wednesday Presents: A Poem, A Lot Like Life →