Advice to the Traumatized Coyote in the Passenger Seat of My Tow Truck
I'm not the guy you come to for advice Unless it's on what not to do. Besides You shouldn't take just anyone's advice. You don't mind if I ramble on a bit? Save you the grief of making small talk, yeah? Besides, there isn't much to see out...
(something hot)
[SOMETHING HOT] He smirks at me. Chase: Hm, well, I'll have to see if I remember what you like... let's see, sweaty blowjobs, lying on top of poor defenseless otters like you're trying to squeeze them flat, and snuggling so long after you finish that...
(continue down the road)
The highway only goes one place, it turns out. It dead ends at a low building with a gravel parking lot. There's a cloud of moths around a light over the door, but that's the only sign of life. The windows are painted over. There's a truck and a van...
(yes)
[YES] His face vanishes. It's done. I may not know what that was, or what it wants him for. But If it's trying to get him through me, then it really has to be over, Leo. Having any way to contact him is dangerous. Who knows what it could make me...
The Holy Mountain of Vengeance
In the land of seven rivers, where the gates of death are builded, Stands a mountain (I can see it on the days when clouds are lifted) That is sacred to Odurum of the everlasting anger, (Who sets the forest blazing with his everlasting anger,) They...
I Do Not Fear A Season Without Hope
I do not fear a season without hope: Catastrophe upon catastrophe, When love is every day a little bit Made more a crime. When cruelty becomes The only virtue men know how to praise. When all but easy speeches are forbid To comfort cruel men. I...
I Won't Fear The Sunlight
The waves upon the silken sands Are softer than his breath Where he lies safe below the palms In sleep as deep as death. Soon I will rise from here, and go Down to the opal shore. And I won't fear the sunlight Anymore. I know the taste...
Saturday, Dedicated to the God of Cycles of Violence and Revenge who Devours His Children, but Also of Harvest and the Lost Golden Age
I return, once again. I'll run again. It doesn't matter. Where is there to go? Guilty I am, and guilty I have been. Though in that town of secrets, who's to know? But no road leads me out from your shadow, My wolf, my lonely wolf, my...
Ragnarok - III
"These ruins have been empty for too long. They ring no more with scarlet laughing flags. They echo not the peal of sparring arms, Nor cries of joyful brotherhood of war. They were not always silent. Once they shone Undusty, undecrepit,...
Ballade of Major Depressive Disorder
My generation does not hope, So many of our elders say. It deepens, like littoral slope, Enfeebles like a caustic spray. So much encouragement do they Declaim into cacophony: How we our future selves betray. ...
Scattered Thundershowers This Afternoon
The forecast didn't call for principalities and powers. In toppling heaps of alabaster balanced overhead They hung, silently swelling, for apprehensive hours, Filled full with holy water and rejuvenating dread. Somebody called down judgment on...
Ragnarok - II
The sun was gone. The only light that shone Was a reflection off the fading sky, Yet faded not the gold out of the roof, For, at the touch of darkness, fireflies, Lit crisp like Christmas candles, Appeared and turned the leaves to paper...