Like Cake

With his tail, he wrapped her bosom and pulled her close. Like cake, she was moist. (Poet Rummager) Lust is the flavor of his red triangle tail. No added sugar.  (FlyTrapMan) A red velvet room – ravenous diners waiting. “Give us angel food.” (Na triobloidi) Fanged apparition – punctures moonlit tender skin. Warm, liquid crimson.

Hark, The Snake Oil Angels Sing!

Hark, the snake oil angels sing! Russia’s tsar rides on our king.   Bullshit here and beefcake there – bovine voters everywhere.   Joyful greedheads make stocks rise  – Rust Belt workers fall for lies.   Hark, the snake oil angels sing! Russia’s tsar rides on our king. Illustrations by Poet Rummager Poem written by

Demon Eyes

Window to abyss Visions of depravity, Blinding evilness. (Karina Pinella) You cannot see me. Burning perpetual stare. I don’t need to blink. (FlyTrapMan) Look into my soul. See the dark; it fills a hole. Emptiness that’s full. (Poet Rummager) Adjust my glasses and really see the true you. Easy with no skin. (Words and Feathers) Visions

Mother Ghoul’s Nursery Rhymes: Jack & Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill to make whoopie in a barn. Jack heard licking sounds and found a vampire sucking a goat. Frustrated fangs tore into his throat. Now, Jack is hungry and chasing Jill around. Uh, oh—Jill fell down! Mother Ghoul invites you to make your own horror nursery rhyme using Jack

On Par

Was she staring at him? Feeling panicked, he hastily pulled on his jacket. He could feel the skin on his arms shrink from the fabric. I have no other choice, he thought, trying to reason. She may be watching. She may tell others. They would crowd around, mock and gesture, and then I? I would

Skeleton Love

  You play our love song on your bones. Music burrows deep in my marrow.                                                  You want to know what else makes my bones sing?  Halloween, baby!   Last night I was shopping for Halloween decorations at my local Value Village Thrift Store.  Here’s something that blew my mind: everything I bought was spankin’ brand new! 

The Darkest Corner

  There’s always a world inside you Secret layers of Passion, desires, selfishness. The world you might never be able To live in, but It lives within you. The cavernous void Of surreptitious serendipity Of finding fault in everyone. The secret yearning, abhorrence Which are afraid to surface To the upper strata of mind. All

Five Haiku Poem: Flowers for Death

  Deep within the seeds, fright grows as poppies erupt blood-red through dark mud.   She picks the flowers. They die slowly in her grasp. Their scent fading fast.     As poppies wither through the night, she dreams of death – invites him to bed.   With cold hands, he holds her tight, and

Can You Get Over Me?

Put daggers in my heart and twist knives into my spine, rip my skin away from the flesh, and drain my blood, drop by drop. Cut me into two halves, and then cut those halves further. Take my eyes away. Discard them on your way home. Roast my flesh in a fiery rage. Fill my soul with

Venus as Annabel Lee, mixed media, 8″ x 11″

  Annabel Lee BY EDGAR ALLAN POE It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was