Savage bearing, resting against the base of a giant tree, contemplating the hunt and the taste of passion, as her naked shoulders turn her shaggy head, flaxen hair tousled and moved by wanting, while her sister, dark and silent listens to the air, and stares from black, predatory orbs toward the sounds and scents.
The night breathes strange, excited air, cool to the touch. All things surround and hold us in place- The earth, the air, the sky, the ages before and those to come, hold me in this moment of Eternity with comfortable arms, divine wings. The roses are singing to my sister. She is in ecstasy on... Continue Reading →
The first time I went into the bathroom, there was blood on the walls of the last stall, splattered like paint thrown excitedly on a canvas, by some soul exploding its essence outward, through the finite matter of its shell- Death painting white bricks. Still life. True high art to draw the senses upward in... Continue Reading →
Night-time blanket shield me, the Shadow Walker, from shady dreams and nightmare vision. Thunder in the earth, this ghetto is shaking, the sound inspiring wild dances. Milk-White and loathed, the Pale Ghost moving quickly through alleys, and thoroughfares teeming with ant-like lines gathering what they find, and corner-boy-soldiers, front stoop eyes, night and day the... Continue Reading →
Bare feet burning, black-top soul, singing, singeing. Hard, leather feet, softer than shoes and glass shards, hard enough to move and keep on burning, as the Sun beats down slow, passionate caresses, concentric circles washing away impurity. Line upon line, wave after wave, each ray a Word from the Lover's hand, pressed against my skin,... Continue Reading →
These shitty tattoos were pushed into my skin with safety pins and india ink. I didn’t care about “art” at the time, believing I would be dead before I turned 21. What was the point? The cops were on our asses for existing, the newspapers condemned us, the schools didn’t care, and there was... Continue Reading →
There was a time in the 80’s where a phenomenon known as the Satanic Panic occurred. In Dale City, Virginia it was led by Investigator Lupton. He had appeared in newspaper articles to condemn anyone who listened to punk and heavy metal as Satanic, and had named The Outcasts, a gang of punks and metalheads... Continue Reading →
Quiet grace, refined, realization smiles, yet leaves no mystery revealed, just poise, and thoughts concealed.
After all of these years I finally sent something in to try and get published. Two things, actually. The first was rejected, and I was informed that I needed more life experience. The second was accepted. Here is the rejected piece. 1987-Washington, D.C. Sixteen years old and wandering the red light district is full of... Continue Reading →