Morning Star

The devil sits on my left shoulder. He's curled there whispering incessant brazen nonsenseties; the velvet rolling ululation caressing my earlobe, hypnotizing drones I yearn to believe in. He tells me everything will be okay. He promises fulfilled dreams and fantasies galore. He begs me to unsheath the knife I grip ever so. His erection … Continue reading Morning Star


Lucky Number 7

  “But what if I want to pull my knife out?” Jenna asks, looking upwards into her father’s eyes.   Joey bends down on one knee, laying Carmac, the huge serrated knife he always carries with him, down on the floor to his right, grabbing his daughter’s left shoulder, “The urge is always there, sure, … Continue reading Lucky Number 7

State of the Boat. #12 – My (One Year) Anniversary

I'm listening to Lamb of God right now so if this comes out reading angry, my bad.   Omerta.   Wow! One year...well, kinda. There was a few months there where I didn't write much of anything, maybe once or twice. Depression is very real and debilitating, in case you haven't noticed.   I want … Continue reading State of the Boat. #12 – My (One Year) Anniversary

Your Face Is Momentary.

Your reflection briefly passes on the blank television screen. The lights are off, which makes it that much more eerie. "Carol?" I call towards the doorway from my bathroom. Wet and cold, dripping with water fresh from the shower; I feel so vulnerable. The reflection shows again, walking past the lighted doorway mirroring me. A … Continue reading Your Face Is Momentary.