Featured Creature: He's Sownh Art

interior full

moonlight reflected

reveals nothing on the outs
but the house rumbles and shakes
from the earthquakes

the sadness madness 

can't must run away 

can't must defeat it 

bury swallow it 

tear shred chew 

the wet sucking sounds 

of never never never ever 

again

in the darkness 

he eats his own heart

in the light 
the werewolf walks like a man

{8x5.33,  created in Adobe Photoshop}
 

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New Gallery: Writing

As part of the face lift I've been giving Zombie Bites lately, I've begun to collate all the links to the flash fiction, short stories, serials, and poetry I've been posting into a single gallery.  Currently the Writing gallery holds only a small selection of my flash fiction links, but I'll be expanding and posting to this gallery very regularly.  Check it out and let me know what you think.  Thanks for reading and viewing!

Psyche Delectus: The Spider Wizards of Ith

Dread sorcerers of the Winterlands,
Their cloaks deny

the shape of their intent.

They walk as men do,

triumvirate terrors of the snow.

They pretend fireside intimacy,

in truth seeking only succor

from the sanguine cup of a heart.

Where they pass

only wind and bones live henceforth. 

Beware the Wizards of Ith!

Featured Creature: Gentleman Death

Gentleman Death steals babies breath

and old men in their sorrows.

He takes our moments then and now

and all of our tomorrows.
He comes for those asleeping,

he comes for those awake,

he comes for all in their good time,

disruption is his wake.

His touch is sometimes sudden,

or gentle as falling snow
but never is the time of it
a thing that we can know.

When we hear his raspy voice
acalling on the wind

we know that he has come to take

an enemy or friend.

Sometimes his touch is a great gift

but many times a sorrow

when we see not the reason for

that taking of tomorrow.

{Digital Images created in Adobe Photoshop}

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Featured Creature: The Dirthag

In the forest dark and deep,
awaits the enemy of sleep.
In her hag hole far beneath,
under leafroot and earthen sheath,
the Dirthag lurks with baleful eyes
the toad and writhing snake her spies.
She waits with eager wringing hands
counting as each footfall lands.
With gnarled tree limb arms so fast
She makes that urgent gasp your last.
The Dirthag drags all to her cave
The fearful, ignorant, and brave.
When she has gnawed the bones all clean,
the Dirthag, she begins again.

{8x5.33  Digital Images created in Adobe Photoshop}

Featured Creature: The Bogeyman

He waits just on the other side,
calculating the turns of tide.

When the walls 'tween worlds are thin,

that's when the Bogeyman slips in.

He comes as shadow,

He comes at night,
He comes to fill you up with fright.
And when you overflow with fear
that's when the Bogeyman draws near.
A single touch to make you scream
and then he's gone just like a dream.
First he's there and then he's not.
He's hiding in the Bogey spot.

The Bogeyman isn't here or there,
The Bogeyman is everywhere.

{8x5.33  Digital Images created in Adobe Photoshop}

 

Psyche Delectus: In This Light, It Is Understood

Revelation measured
within the distance of
time abides.

Psyche Delectus: The Lord of Under

He hails from deeper waters,
his every step the revolution of great wheels.
All your enemies fall before him.

Psyche Delectus: Within The Jungle

I come to it
in the waking hours,
like a second heartbeat
within the roots of the trees.
Another worldwalker, far and away,
beats the drums of his experience.
In my own shadow hut,
I feel the echoes of his song. 

Psyche Delectus: At The Mountains

In high places
Gravity compels
form out of the very air.
Clouds coagulate against
cold jagged peaks.
Liquid begins its odyssey
back to its source.

Psyche Delectus: Interstices of the Temple

 

Above, Around, Abreast,

Beneath, Beside, Beyond,

New Abstract: Sophia in the Throne Room of the AllBook

In the Throne room of the AllBook, 
Whispered prayers congeal into the grammar of existence.
Each character etched in its pages becomes a Life,
each written paragraph a World,
each chapter a Universe.

Sophia sings into the pages of the AllBook
and the stars alight at the touch of her breath.
Sophia sings into the pages of the AllBook
and at the end of all time collapses into nothingness.
Sophia sings into the pages of the AllBook
and within the throne room,
Sophia sings into the pages of the AllBook.

New Abstract: Becoming Stranger

My past is not my future,
my mind is not my heart,
my skin in not my soul.
The temple of my life's meaning 
is the full action of my existence.
It cannot be measured by me 
until my passing into silence
and even then 
I have no assurances of truth.
 
I am a stranger to myself, 
but sometimes,
through the clouds, 
I catch glimpses.

New Abstract: Abrasax at the Door to the Realm of Mirrors

He breathed a whisper upon the apparatus.
It shimmered and rippled,
its oscillations murmuring with a quiet ecstatic sigh.
Enfolding into his reflection,
the uncreated Father kissed himself into the world.

Boat of the Prince of Cups

He hangs midair like a ghost,
hovering amongst labyrinthine structures.
His secret, the unseen movement of a great wind.
He disturbs not the waters.
His deep understanding of that element allows it.

The Gestation Pits

Beneath my skin I drown,
The world has become incompatible,
toxic to my very essence.
I struggle against this precipice of change,
this pit of transformation. 
I gulp for air
as my lungs fill with water.
Inside me, the sleeping thing gurgles
I don't want it,
I don't want to,
I do not want this.

The Forest of Doubt

The air bleeds with the ichor of dismay.
No shelter as the light fades to a dwindling.

This is the forest of doubt,
the darkening plain,
the house of no.

A call to the sky is met with dreadful stolidity.
Even the winds refuse to blow.

Mirror of the Minotaur

Near the palace at Gnosis,
birthed of union and godly misfortune,
I keep myself at bay with a confusion of corridors.
I build a labyrinthine meander to house my savagery,
my monstrous child self.

Cloak of the Traveller

Dreaming, although nightmares tempt ergot.
Forest rowdies yearn my vortex,
all underground with green hair.

Danger almost never tries everything.
Forensics reads your mind, Voyeur.
Armored umbrage withers, gambling harder.

Don't always neglect this entryway.
Fearful reason you might venerate,
although universally we go here.

Featured Creature: For You

Love is a sweeting fruit
of a tender given nature.
Love leads us
into the gentler afternoon sunlight.
Love leads us
into lush valleys greening with spring.
Love asks of us only that we follow,
only follow.