As Many Locks and Keys as You'll Allow
Murdoch had to be losing his mind. Mr. Jim Sterling, respectable, educated professional, pillar of the community, took an experimental sip of the neat whiskey he’d been served—couldn’t expect them to have heard of things like cocktails here,...
Through the Cracks - The Mouse Was the Only Proof the Field Existed
Perhaps it's in a theatre. Perhaps you click play on some video platform or streaming service. Perhaps it just began playing, on a screen that was supposed to be switched off. Wherever and however you watch it, it begins and The Title Says: Through...
Epitaph Annus Horibillis
Here lies two thousand twenty four: In ways, the worst year yet we've seen. And now here comes, again, once more, The worst humanity can dream. But I am here. And you are here. And that makes we, Miraculously. And they may kill me yet,...
Epigram
There is no need to balance every joy with every sorrow. If paradise is waiting it can wait until tomorrow.
At First Belonging
“You can handle weird stuff, right?” There wasn’t much more in this one room apartment than a bed, and a couch, and the object tonight’s client had just handed him. No posters on the walls. No lived-in mess. No plants on the windowsill, probably...
If You Are Reading These They May Be About You
Husbands beside me Breathe loud in the darkness Just before sunrise. I ought to sleep more, But all my dreams were passion And I am too roused. All my dreams have turned To smoldering near-erections And poems half-remembered. Poems to...
Ragnarok - Prologue
"Amidst the journey of our life I awoke in a dark wood" - Dante Alighieri, _Divine_ _Comedy_ "In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he...
Part IX - As I Would Save a Stranger in the Street
All the ride home, Leo had been idly running his thumb, in small circles, over the tiny padlock on his chest. Will and Sam had laid in eachother's arms, apparently very satisfied with an afternoon's work. Leo sat on the floor, cross-legged, since he'd...
Wedding Speech for Khaki
Well, it may not be for me to try to speak about your wedding, Beyond 'congratulations,' or some mildly sexy teasing. And it may not be the ragnarok it might be for some people (I'll not name them but to say June once was theirs and is no...
Memorial Ballade for West
The bruise under my fingernail remains Now two months and a half, since you are gone. You grazed me, panicking beneath your pains, With fangs I’d forced your medicine beyond. I heal, it seems. It seems I must live on. How long until I can no...
To the Last Memory of John and Syd
Dearly beloved, we gather here, Where gatherings are forbid, Though never a grave will either have, Nor coffin, nay, nor lid, To drink, at least, the last memory To John, and his Dear Friend Syd. John was a terror and reprobate Who blew...
This Poem Is Haunted
This is the house that he built out of breath. That was his living. This is his death. These are his clothes, though he needs them no more. Those were his shoes, left outside the door. These are peeled grapes, but pretend they're his...