Poetry

They Want Blood

They want blood – dark twisted pain, torn flesh and fantasy. They don’t know you, the real you because they don’t wish to, not really They only see the sum of the puzzle-parts they long to gobble, picking at your tawdry buffet, wanting to destroy it, wallow in it, and feed off of it until a better piece of meat

Morpheus

In my sleepyou came, all stillness,muse-shadowed like nightkissed by the wet tongue of Morpheus I devoured you there,painted you under the moon—velvet lust in red strokes,silver etchings of tears

Morpheus

I love flash fiction—complete stories told in a limited amount of words. When I began writing it, I stuck to the 100-word limit ERWA set. The spare format forces a writer to think about every word, every line, and is a great writing exercise. My love started early; the first flash fiction that blew me away was Green Eggs and

Morpheus

I love flash fiction—complete stories told in a limited amount of words. When I began writing it, I stuck to the 100-word limit ERWA set. The spare format forces a writer to think about every word, every line, and is a great writing exercise. My love started early; the first flash fiction that blew me away was Green Eggs and

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