The Cure

Eddie was a bright guy. I met him at college where he was studying literature and poetry and he had a real passion for it all. He had a gift with words and loved a well crafted phrase loaded with booby-trap cleverness.

Landslide Victory

Do you remember when you were a child? Alone and hungry and crying for a mother that was beyond hearing?

Perspective

Sunday Girl

I’m not a girl, but it is Sunday, and here’s Debbie Harry and Blondie just because:

Transfiguration

Magic Dragon

He was sitting untouched by the noise and movement around him, day-to-day face glued to his head, perfectly convincing. His hands moved over the keyboard, marionette appendages on strings of habit.

Anathema Drumbeat

In Support of the land of Crasti

Jody Call

A Light Motive

Old demons never die, they simply dim their flames And decompose through all the crime scene stages Righteous hatred stiffening in the rigor of history Prodded and examined, Questioned and challenged, The images of fire debated and heat’s meaning discussed. Then decomposition sets in and infernal foulness Mulches down in parody and meme’s rich loam […]