Too Macabre

His shoulders slumped as he took out the air brush kit. The room was dark except for the flickering white light overhead. The door opened; he startled, just his co-worker. “My story was rejected. Want to know why?,” the mortician said. “Too macabre, they said.” He waved the air brush over his subject like an … Read more

The Artist

The grey sky hung over the city like a cloud as Bast walked down the rain soaked alley towards Kings Cross station. A newspaper hawker waved a wet paper in the air and screamed, ‘East End Murderer Strikes Again.’ Bast rubbed his chin as he flipped a pence at the hawker who nodded and handed … Read more

Dreams of Jack Burney

Jack Burney your Beautiful Dreams hide in a stream of black smoke trailing the Chicagoland Express on the outbound train riding through the great wheat plain We Listen to Beautiful Thinkers who quietly Tinker on the creaky train (drinking grain alchyhol at 3 a.m.) We are Gautama -Buddha Meditating like Neruda I Kiss those hands … Read more

She Waits

​On land the winds do blow—for now they breathe The dust does sting. It leaves a coat of sand She loved the Earth gone now—dirt tastes like beets The dark of night makes haste, she waits for you The frost of night indents the soul—tonight She waits for you, in black the pale decide As … Read more