by on Jan 13, 2017 in Poetry | 0 comments

Yes. I ran away. I didn’t bring her in. I’m sorry, General. But before you have them run me through, Just let me explain. I’m not a real good talker. Not like your silver-tongued senators, Or some Greek philosopher. I’m just a Centurion. An old soldier. But I had...

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On the Edge of Stone-Mountain

by on Jan 4, 2017 in Poetry | 0 comments

pyrus communis If cultivated to sweeten their tongue, they grow us staked or caged, hairless twigs and leaves, starred and starved core, lengthening and ripening fruit proof we would become whatever they required. If our skin split with abscess, dripped juice or grit, they pinched, pain...

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The Familiar

by on Dec 16, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Choosing a feline form, gray tabby. Demon spirit seeps into sinew, Commandeering the warm flesh. Now, I may move among you … Sucking the creamy breath, From the infant’s fresh-formed lungs, Grinning as the baby boy gasps his last. Marking the maiden, the virgin, the bride, Powerful piss...

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How to Know If Your House is Haunted and What to Do

by on Dec 9, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

I. Do doors open by themselves? Drawers? Closets? Is it autumn, and are the leaves spiraling outside in tiny twisters? Remember, wind can often move heavy objects like wooden doors or picture frames or empty caskets left in the parlor. If it’s not the wind, leave the door unlocked. Get...

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The Annual Scarecrow Festival

by on Nov 18, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

The Annual Scarecrow Festival was cancelled this year — in the fields as you enter the village, in the strawberries, there is one left like a sign warning last chance for a hundred miles. Unofficially, they made them anyway, fleshing cast-offs with fistfuls of straw, stalks poxing the...

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Love’s Idea Envisioned by a Satyr

by on Nov 4, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Her legs must be long as rockets, rubbery as chicken bones soaked in vinegar. She must be ethereal, hands like talons to stoke the tender coals he gathers in the woods. She must arrive on the tail of an exodus, an eviction, or banishment. She must be Thumbelina-small, fit snug in the cup...

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