The highway (Prompt 12)

I could be driving 365 on the highway, Approaching a curve, And still wouldn’t have the motivation to, Slow down, You didn’t, So why should i, Cut, slit throat, Check please, You didn’t break my heart, You Slit and Cut it, Marked your initials with…

Prompt #9: A Writer’s Escape

The cottage sat amongst the trees far off the beaten path. A vacation spot for writers to escape the summer heat. Tucked behind the treeline there was a strange darkness that blanketed the small house even during the day. It was the type of place…

My favorite imaginary things

Black sandy beaches with triple moon skies. Visible planets with colorful rings Strange cozy cabins, in Hidden magical realms Choirs of Angel’s who Sing you to sleep Unicorns, dragons  and Fae with wings   Just a few of my favorite imaginary things.   When I…

My Perfect Place

I wanna go to a place where the wind slightly blows. It is not too hot and not too cold. You can see different views from the small to the big. If I had to place it, it would have creatures like no other. A…

Unfound

I know of the place grasp the times but not the places little of their times Russian Jews my grandparents came to America as part of the diaspora From where, precisely remains unknown to me ‘country of origin’ Russia – imprecise vastness the only clue…

Tungley Woods:

A slain creature, a blade of mean material driven through an unfeeling heart, a monument to the macabre and the maleficent. A dwelling of demonic incubus, that which torments the fantasy of innocent youth, and where ‘ ’tis forever brillig’. An abode where another, a frumpy…

Depth away from home

Depth away from home My mother fell from a height into despair and I cried. She is still there as I write. She gives a description of the walls as thick dark bricks, eighteen feet deep into grief, thrice the depth for mortals. Could that…

Ciudad Victoria Infancy

When I was younger than my brain can remember, I was embraces by walnut trees, they became my ceiling, so when I was there my breath feel like oil from all that nuts falling, my head chocked with the creepling and echoing sound of the…

The Crow’s Nest — Hour 11

It would require a contraption I would build a see-saw like structure very long on one end and very short and adjustably heavy on the other after dark I would mount the swivel seat at the long end and turn on the water valve filling…

Demon Cat

She watched from the treeline in the heat of that summer evening, a strange ochre colored beast with cotton ears and short front legs – white, like she was wearing stockings. In my lethargy, I watched back as she crept closer, and wondered of my…