Check Out My Interview With Fevers of the Mind Poetry
Recently I spoke with Fevers of the Mind Poetry. We discuss my latest poetry collection Blood on the Vine, how I got started writing, and...
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Review of Transmuted
I've just finished Transmuted by Eve Harms and I'm still in shock. I thought I was prepared for weirdness but I had no idea what I was...
Review of Enjoy Me and Western Palaces
These two books form a series, told as through a collection of short stories. The stories are low on plot and high on vibes, those vibes...
New Release: They Come in the Night
They Come in the Night, the latest title from Lynn-Cee Faulk is something of a departure from their previous work. In their first...
Review of Girl on Fire
The novella Girl on Fire by Gemma Amor is exactly the kind of horror punk I've been looking for lately. This story is one big trigger...
Review of Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke
Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke by Eric Larocca is a novella that sinks in its claws and doesn't let go. What would you do...
They Come in the Night - Chapter One
I can hear Mother and Father whispering about them when I’m supposed to be sleeping. Their room is several doors down from mine but I can...
Blood
I contain an ocean, islands, fjords burning forests, volcanic blasts, rivers coursing through me, teeming with wiggling fish. The Grizzly...
Tongue
Tongue frozen mind empty only a series of habits now drink coffee smoke several bowls pop my pills some quite fun what else is there to...
2:22
She opened her eyes to darkness and groaned. The digital clock emitted a faint glow but she didn’t need to look to know the time. It was...
Poetry Roundup #2
Wilted by the weight of it all, another waning moon, another melted snowflake, each precious and impermanent.
Dying Light
The dying light, relit by the full moon's shine. Memories of you like a glowworm in my chest.
Intimate
Getting lost in the labyrinth of your mind, finding my home beneath your skin,
The Loop
You cannot caress what isn't there and so I go on without a care brushing the trees, trimming the hair, writing endless poems "You cannot...
Carnivore
In most cases, I prefer my meat rare but with hearts, I like them blackened and smoking.
Her Whiskey Ways
She stepped out of a whiskey glass, the taste of it still clinging to her skin, and I drowned myself in her whiskey ways.
Hypnotic
That mesmerizing twitch of your enticing lips, the fidgeting form, fingers on face, feet dancing, your voice, rumbling and rambling
Forlorn
I find pleasure in a cup of coffee in the morning sun, indulge myself with sweet and salty food, appreciate every bite, pat my belly
Cursed
Cursed to carry the missing piece, so heavy in my heart now, light as a feather when it was mine.
Loneliness
I have no pretty words to describe the ache, the empty place where someone should be.