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! 

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

Strands

  Strands of sanity unraveling to reveal the monster within. Poem By Poet Rummager

Monster Art: Zombies & Trinkets

Last weekend was a blast; creating three monster art items from inexpensive finds at a flea market! Everything you see here cost me less than $10 to make. The round metal box, embellished with glittery beads, had a lid that was difficult to remove. I had these vintage 1950’s sour cream carton lids in my art studio, which I dressed up

Phobetor

  The light grows dim. Night enfolds me in a heavy blanket. Kiss on my forehead. Whispers of sweet dreams – snuffing out candle light.   The peace doesn’t last long. Phobetor awakens me in the hush of the night.   His cold breath icy on my chest as he clutches my heart.   His fingernails tear into

Forever Hers

Story By Poet Rummager Her name was Cara, and she loved boys. Barely seventeen years old, she had already suffered the twinges of an abandoned heart. Her father left home when she was seven, and no other man could fill his shoes. There was a photo of him on the night stand; a crumpled reminder

You Can’t Drink It Away

He drank heavily.  Forget who you are and what you’ve done. Keep your eyes down and don’t look at it. His plan failed. The full moon mocked him as he stumbled outside; his head spinning and his claws scraping the ground. He growled at a pink elephant in the distance.   *A “pink elephant” is

Drown In A Personal Ocean of Serpents

“Men really need sea-monsters in their personal oceans. An ocean without its unnamed monsters would be like a completely dreamless sleep.”—John Steinbeck  

Mutterings of Frankenstein

  “There is love in me the likes of which you’ve never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied in the one, I will indulge the other.”—Mary Shelly, Frankenstein