Lurking
an unblessed region infested with lurking legions of heathens,
mercilessly unleashing a murder season,
Read moreLittle Penney Weatherbee
Little Penney Weatherbee,
of crescendoing pedigree,
born to be unfettered and free
ever sensing she would never be
anything less
than the estimable queen
of heavenly things,
Read moreThe Clinic
In an effort to escape the blowing scorn,
i foolishly bolt from the car and into the storm.
in bolts of lightening i see human forms.
Read moreInfected
You sing to me a more pleasant tune,
than to the darkest night,
brings a crescent moon.
Your essence swoons
a renascent plume
of sentiments one could not assume.
—a tenant in my blood
to which I’m not immune.
Read moreQuite a Quandary
On every Halloween that has come upon me,
I’ve simply wrapped myself in ragged laundry
and staggered about as a rabid zombie.
Now this year, as I sit here, rapidly rotting,
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