It was then that I realized a bright light lay ahead of me I felt cold and drowsy but I kept walking that day in April and when I reached the end the clocks were striking thirteen

Over the hills through the mountains Is a lush and beautiful place Paradise ranch where there is bliss Joy and peace , fun and food Nothing to do but okay all day Enjoy the green shrubs and trees The garden of enchantment is More than…

The first psychic I’d ever met told me about her once leaning slightly forward across a table to touch my hand lit by a sunbeam she began to paint an old, old story   A wise priestess seated in the middle of a circle speaking…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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 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…