Hungry Ghosts

Perhaps, the world might indulge me for a moment and let me alight up on some old ghosts, shake the dust off the shackles and wake the dead. Who desire nothing more than to have their story told. for Hell, my friends, is to be forgotten.   Life doesn’t pick favorites and it sure as … Continue reading Hungry Ghosts

Old Sun and Moon

A top floor window view of the whole city, contemplative perch, taking in the hazy, afternoon sun or tracing a lattice work of streets and lights.   I never really see the Sun, I never really see the Moon, but I know they are there.   In the middle of my 800mg mornings I remember … Continue reading Old Sun and Moon

Kill the King

See, we all gathered around to hear the news today, to see if the song still remained as it had for ten thousand yesterdays, but there were murmurs in the backcourt, dissention on the line and I knew that these men were no longer my brothers; some, I couldn't recognise.   Greed and envy take … Continue reading Kill the King

… a merry little…

Love your families. Be good to yourself and others. Eat good food. Drink good booze. Save the fights for later. Listen to children's laughter. Hug someone. Love someone. Fuck someone. Find God. Merry Christmas Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the … Continue reading … a merry little…

Hope and A Desperate Embrace

I slide the shutters open to let in the morning sun. These old shutters have rusted, so they want to stay shut, but with a little bit of gentle coercion and no small amount of cursing, they relent, and sunlight slices into the room.   This old house, has not know the presence of a … Continue reading Hope and A Desperate Embrace

The Last Mile

Maybe that's the answer she's been searching for her whole life. Since her daddy left her, she's been feeling lost and hard to find at the same time.   She's been around the world trying to move one, but always been afraid. Every waking dawn reminds her of his face. The fact that she's alone … Continue reading The Last Mile


Hokus   Corrosion of the will, stupefied with drugs and danger. A trick played on your sanity, baited to the point of murder. So much for lust, the love untouched. We live undead, no hope or trust. A broken back, the seething black, we suffer no other; devouring the living mass.   Hated yet we … Continue reading Hokus