April 2025
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Blood on the Wind
A tornado stumbles through the landA glass-eyed drunk with bloodstained handYet, why pretend it bears a faceWhen mercy holds no dwelling place? It does not think, it does not feelIt does not bargain, beg, or kneelIt tears through roof, root,… Continue reading
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Sticky Sweet
Of all the sins that stain the soulLust burns brightest, sticky-sweet & boldWhen Eve bit deep that ruby skinIt must’ve felt like lightning withinA bloom of stars behind her eyesA million moans dressed in disguise Perhaps the serpent wasn’t wrongJust… Continue reading
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WP Writing Prompt: Olympic Sports
To be honest, I haven’t watched the Olympics in a long time. I vaguely remember the Summer Games from last year (was it last year?), and I recall all the internet memes about them, specifically the bad-ass guy who won… Continue reading
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Fragments, 4.4.25
In a house of cast-off souls, rust speaks in tongues of boneShelves groan under spines no longer burdened with memoryWhat wears no flesh but fetches the highest price?What whispers secrets in the currency of marrow? ** What runs forever yet… Continue reading
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Sweet Tooth
The rain came down like God had tripped over His own garden hose. Thunder rolled across the suburbs of Evershade in ominous belches, and Nick, the most underpaid cookie delivery driver this side of the apocalypse, squinted through his cracked… Continue reading
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The God Who Wakes the Worms
They say he comes barefoot, leaving footprints of moss in frost-bitten soil. Not summoned, not born but thawed from beneath the world when the first crocus dares to dream. His name is unpronounceable by clean mouths, but the crows call… Continue reading
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Neither Snow Nor Rain Nor Your Eternal Screams
On the dead-end stretch of Hemlock Circle, the lawns were manicured, the dogs were quiet, and the mailboxes were all sealed with holy water and zip ties. Because of Harold. The mailman. He came every day at 3:33 PM, sharp… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 