Dominion

    Find meat stuck in teeth of glaze-eyed Beasts, Of prey from some dangerless lands, Pluck out what was left from unprincipled feasts, And show them the fibrous strands. Upon seeing these, it’d cause no unease, Save for those with the conscience of rams, To dismantlers by degrees, as dutch elm disease, In unremorseful-laden

Betrayal

  I returned home in darkness My long journey behind me Home at last Cold and dusty from the road I found my home dark Void of the love I longed for A cold welcome upon early arrival Yet a light burned in my loves window Silently I ascended To the abode of my darling Reveling

Ivor Steven: This Lost Shadow

  I’m writing this song for my body, and for my soul. I’m singing this song, about my return from the cold. Why am I so tired, is sixty so old. Why am I so sore, have I been far too bold. I’m so physically worn and so mentally torn. I’m so worried about my

Lies Behind Your Smile

  What lies behind your smile? Not always sweetness or gentle thoughts. With teeth flashing like a blade of a knife, what you cannot hear in ones furtive mind, saves you from feeling fraught. She speaks with a voice of an angel – with lightness of words tucked in feathers of wings. Yet look closely

Monster House

Above, with the great help from FlyTrapMan’s slideshow, are only some of the monsters that live in my house. I love finding them in my bookshelves, peering from trunks, and scratching in the corners. The poem below, appears in my book, Dark Matter, which also features four scary tales from Fly. To download my books,

No One Else Around

  Lovely girl of six with hair of gold and face of innocence. I felt a bump in my blanket – a lump unmoving and steadfast. It was her doll – face contorted, clothes in pieces, limbs dismembered. I would find it in my room for the next three nights. No matter if I hid

Humpty Dumpty Hung On A Wall…

Humpty Dumpty hung on a wall, Humpty Dumpty broke the law. The mourners gathered all the king’s nooses Waited until he said amen How many people did Humpty Dumpty kill? The number equaled ten. Mother Ghoul invites you to create your own horror nursery rhyme using Humpty Dumpty’s first stanza:   “Humpty Dumpty sat on

I See Her When It Rains

*Rain pouring* She’s standing there all alone. I’m not sure why she has been following me. I feel despair. Only when it rains does she appear. I’ve likened to naming her the Umbrella Lady. I’ve seen her in the past – always in the distance… Until recently. The last time it rained, I saw her

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.

Damned

  Her dark soul did depart. Climbing toward heaven it tumbled and fell and quietly arrived in a town called hell. And their flesh is burning, and the dead keep dying, pleading for an end, but Lucifer is lying. Wretched faces embedded upon spikes of old. Their wicked past, to the highest bidder sold. Weeping