Tree branches with their gentle ballet:
and this train keeps
moving, groaning, dying, birthing, racing
branches in their immovable ballet:
the dancer walks off the stage.
She unwraps the laces of her pink satin shoes.
Yet another night, she sighs, another applause
and tomorrow
another stage.

You begin by spinning a dream of Odin ( Read more... )

The moon suddenly possessed murdered the sun and ordered lunatic stars to crown the night with asylum stares. The entire world then fell asleep; trapped in hourglasses, endless hallways with locked doors and decaying labyrinths. Clocks kept ticking and only one other sound could be heard: a single flute invading the dreams of the world. The piper ( Read more... )

He turned her around and untied the white laces of her corset slowly, methodically as if learning the notes and keys of a piano for the first time. And when she turned back around, corset on the ground, he saw that she had violin strings instead of ribs. He plucked each chord pleased. It was a gift he never knew he wanted and it excited him. He ( Read more... )

An angel of death approached ( Read more... )

LiveJournal friends, I was recently interviewed by the blog, Art is About, about my writing and poetry. They also graciously published one of my poems along with the interview. Read it here: http://artisabout.com/?p=1026

Not knowing which way is up or down a stranger hands me a toothless grin; I look away and watch the trees in the distance sway back and forth while casting shadows that play hide and seek on the desert shore; "Don't let me go Don't let me go," echoes; And I remember the night I made a wager with the devil; "Don't let me go "Don't let me go," echoes ( Read more... )

I am a sailor chained to the ocean floor. I call the Darkness and monsters my home. Blinded, I bear this burden alone. But no God or Devil can imprison my laughter,which causes the winds and ocean to roar! Alone and chained to the ocean floor, damned to bear my burden alone. Yes, I murdered her. I took her soft silk skin and allowed my fingers to ( Read more... )

Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls: cover your eyes because tonight we bring you a lovely surprise! A buxom blond whose curves defy gravity. People often say, "There's something rather Mae West about her." But there are others who disagree and say she is reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe, whose timeless beauty and class overshadow her troubled past ( Read more... )

Who are these men selling roses on freeways and suburb streets? Strangers asking for five dollars in exchange for beauty, laughter and tears. Do these men know their prostitute rose carries both lust's first bite and death's heavenly door? A rose is no longer a rose. It belongs in cemeteries, hospitals and hotels rooms. A rose is no longer a rose. ( Read more... )