The Portrait of Dr. Cenotaph
The soul's departure from the body is prearranged; a token of gratitude for hosting the rabble, ruse and giving toasts…
Category: Original Lit
Civilized World & Failure
There are no executions in the square. Just look at this town center. Not a gibbet in sight. No bodies…
Privilege
A kid from the projects named Mike Scully sparked Art Foster’s interest in Anna. Mike idolized Art and started the…
70th Anniversary, Bouquet, and Other Poems
They spent their 70th anniversary just lying beside each other in the frozen cold of the church yard, the snow…
Cellar Dawn
Hi, mom. I’m home. These words echoed throughout an empty house three weeks ago. After that, it was like I…
Tuesday’s Song and Of All the Gods I Sought to See
Illuminate this hand, Muse, To write a song of arms For Men, exiles of Fate. For this beginning will occur…
Along the Rails
The train was late again. Commuters muttered with disgust, and time flashed across small, thin screens. An announcement overhead informed…
Demons Dance
Rest a forgotten dream as the demons of your past gather on your grave. Shades of lost friends try to…
Alien Dream
It's amazing how much you hate the ordinary life. You hate the mindless routine that meets you every morning and…
Rich Writes Home
Dear Catherine, It’s spooky. Getting in the car in the dark before sunrise to drive to the riverside to sit.…