Monday, April 27, 2009

Nightmares and such

Last night, the shadows and darkened hallway followed me into sleep. I woke up a few hours later from a disturbing nightmare. Once my heart returned to its normal pace and the last frightening images faded, all I could think of was Yes!

My own writing disturbed me enough to produce a nightmare. I am rather pleased.

Monday, April 13, 2009


Sometimes the hardest things to write about are the hardest things to write. I've been struggling all day and then it just clicked and started coming out and I know why it was a struggle. This bit that I'm writing is hard and hurtful. I knew it was coming. I'm talking about the things that go bump in the night. The things that wake you up with a scream trapped behind your lips. They creep in on quiet little sockfeet and wait, wait, wait. They are dark and sharp and oh how they love to come out to play.

So here we go.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

And now for something completely different


my hand outstretched, palm raised,
veined in marble pale.
ladies and gentlemen, arise and take your places;
here breathes a statue.
her fingers are chipped and worn,
years and years of straining to break the mold.
how it withered;
how it erased itself completely from the pre-Raphaelite,
how it fell apart
and landed in a scatter of-
shocking, quite shocking.
a glimpse of naked breast,
a full lip in a near smile,
an arm, a leg bent gently at the knee.
nothing and everything in between?
oh, but your bland eyes see what they will,
and what they will not is the grand surprise.
ladies and gentlemen, arise.
make your faces,
touch this flesh.
here stands a statue.
it grows warm.

Previously published in The City Paper