Cherry

Saints Of Satan Chapter Eight

Before long we had reached the borders of the northern region, the tell tale signs in the wilderness confirming that we were nearing our destination.
Cherry

The Dare and the Dark

We’d been smoking behind the assembly hall for a while after detention - not talking much, just leaning up against the wall trying to pretend we were cool -when Jake turned to me with that annoying

The Yesteryears

my go at Stories For Pakistan.
Story of the week

Mexico

the love of a beautiful woman on a beautiful day lights up the dark years long after she has gone

Quack!

whether fear or fantasy I quack!

an ode to insomnia

bleary-eyed, on coffee, downers, and opioids: I.M.ing with friends across the globe and a likely bride in Thailand, eating gourmet Italian T.V. dinners

The Voice under foot

Forever an age I've been around A home to many a base a shroud Within I house a fiery glow Of molten rock black gold that flows At times I build colossal gas

Reflect My Pain

The pane is set As the rain is swept Before my eyes Peering I'm spied Frosted effect Makes me reflect The stark distant night Whilst lightening ignites Blue auras are traced

Ascension

The velvet sky it reigns me in Held am I yet closed from sin From deep within a spark ignites The cosmic gestures hold me tight Beneath I feel a sudden shift Gentle though but must insist

shooting up silicon

From the plush office chair I found out by the dumpster, I can check the weather in Bangkok or Zaire, skim the headlines of The New York Times, or check the latest trends in gutter-punk hair,

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