A sleepless bed grows bloodshot eyes––
cracked pavement sclera, stems hardwired,
blink-less blooms of flood and fire,
surrounded by barbed wire,
spiked perimeters on the attack.
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Tag: Fantasy
The Sturgeon Moon
The stirrer matures in the muddy night,deep pools of black for him to glide.Living fossil, his snout points high,relic of … More
The Magician’s Assistant
Behold!The magician’s assistant.Do not be fooled by her complexionshe is more than decoration.Tucked in the folds of her habit,the master’s … More
Last Night I Climbed Over You
Last night, I climbedover your bodysearching for my Everestbut unwilling to reach its summit.And as my crampons grippedyour rocky surface,feeling … More
Story Time Sunday #51
Today’s story is a bit of flash fiction inspired by this photo from April 21st of Flemish Minister-President Jan Jambon … More
NaPoWriMo#19 Climb Aboard
Climb aboard my ship of clouds;leave your luggage on the dock.Set sail for sunset harmony.Join our fluffy, favored flock. The … More
Bartholomew the Gnome
Dear Readers, I hope this Sunday finds you snuggled up somewhere and in the mood for a miniature fantasy tale … More
The Merry Wanderer
Sweep away the cobwebsmerry wanderer of the night.Sprinkle love’s magic juiceonto the budding eyelidsof youth. Oath for oath,I’ll follow you,around … More
The City is a Serving Tray
The boulevard is on display.The city is a serving tray. Watchtower kettle brewsa secret blend of leaves,steeps the perfect recipe. … More
Story Time Sunday #45
This week’s story time was inspired by a photograph of Buddhist monks attending the Makha Bucha celebrations at the Wat … More
Rainy Day Oracle
Story Time Sunday #43
The photo that inspired today’s story was taken on January 26th in Surabaya, Indonesia. It depicts an Indonesian devotee cleansing … More
God is a Mirrorball
God is a mirrorball;
see yourself in his gaze.
His name reflected on your forehead.
It pleases him to invite you in
through fog machine clouds
to the rainbow dome, his throne,
The Subway in the Small Hours
I wake to warp speed; green steel supports me.Stand clear of the closing doors, please; sounds like an orderly’s plea.A … More
The Quarepuca
The Quarepuca met me in the squarewith forns of gold but not one hair,his four-leaf charlock held mid-air,pink barber poles … More
Snow Appeal
A Celtic Soak
Bathtime is for make-believe.My knees, the Cliffs of Moherjutting above a kyanite sea. I shave seaweed from my skin,its tangled … More
Spent the day at Blue Sky Beach
A Sorta Fairytale Quadrille #140
Story Time Sunday #31
Last week, I started a modern retelling of a classic Grimm’s Fairytale, “The White Snake.” Be sure to read Part … More
The Groundlings
Strip the soilSeed the lawnLeave no footprintsFlee by dawnThe groundlings knowwhen you are gone Hollow eyesharbor diseaseMounded headsfilled with fleasThe … More
The Halibut Sky
The halibut sky has but one eyeits missing orb migratesbut has yet to arrive.
Story Time Sunday #30
Today’s story is a modern version of Grimm’s Fairytale “The White Snake.” You don’t have to be familiar with the … More
Story Time Sunday #27
“The Hollow Ones” was published last week in Last Girls Club Fall Edition: The Gay 90’s. This is a decade … More
A Gnome’s Home
A gnome’s homehas an acorn dome;seasonally, he roams.In spring property expanding.Summer, treetop camping.Fall, his dwelling takes a dive.Squirrels misplacing, winter … More
Yard Sale of Thoughts 