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 intoContinue reading “Phobetor”

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The Fateful Undertaking of Leonine Crick

    Poem By Nick Gibbs Leonine Crick hitting on middle age like a wrathful child with a stick whacking it hard against a wall. ~ Thickset, ruddy-hued not so tall as the coffin-lids that betokened his call arrayed in shades of polished pinewood and yew in the rose-scented parlour room where was his wontContinue reading “The Fateful Undertaking of Leonine Crick”

Fearology: The Wretched Gut

Your breath shortens as sweat build upon your skin. A hole opens up in your stomach as an unsettling numbness radiates through your body.   We’ve all felt the symptoms of fear at some point in our lives. The flight or fight response is responsible for these feelings—consider it a valuable curse from our sympatheticContinue reading “Fearology: The Wretched Gut”