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

Season of Death / Ashen Field Pestilence

    A twisting black ribbon glides through the air, its shape changing to the whim of countless pests. Darren wipes his mouth and evicts flies sipping from saliva. “…I don’t think so. Not this time.” He impales a shovel into the dirt—sweat drips onto the rusted spade while Darren heaves dry soil over his

Silent Wings

Poem by Poet Rummager   Nightmare on silent wings, extinguished a candle. Brushing back strands of her hair, it gazed at the sleeping face – so peaceful.   Not for long, my dear. It promised fear and terror. With tendrils of vapor, it entered through pores in her skin – sly and seeping.   She

Monster Theory: Inside The Maw

Close your eyes. A disembodied voice whispers: Imagine a monster. What did you see? Chances are your mental projection looked like some kind of toothy anatomical creature. That image has been burned into our sub-consciousness ever since cave tigers tore our ancestors into edible fleshy ribbons. Humanity fears anything that involves a mouth full of

Anatomy of Fear: Dissection

Close the windows and lock the door. See that apron? Put it on. You’re going to need it. Grab the spines. I’ll hold on to the horns…and let’s carry it to the examination table. We’re going to dissect the embodiment of fear.   Are you wondering what’s going to spill out? Great! So am I.