Happy Halloween

Here are a few of my favorites. One, "The Monolith", which was written in homage to the late, horror author and cult mythos creator H.P. Lovecraft. The second is a perennial favorite of mine, which I share every Halloween, "The Vampire" by Lord Byron. http://hokusgrey.com/2015/04/20/the-monolith/ http://hokusgrey.com/2015/10/29/the-vampyre-lord-byron/ Have a safe and scary Halloween!

Unspoken Knowledge

  There are things that we know that we never speak aloud, like secrets, but secrets have words, and words can be spoken. Not feelings, because feelings  can be unknown, formless and vagrant, and even when they are powerful, they are not knowledge.   No, there are things we know about ourselves, about others, about … Continue reading Unspoken Knowledge

Return of the Wicker Man

There are no more wicker men, no more straw. Fit to beg for the sweets, but the sugar's all raw. So far the rain has kept the fire at bay, so we have no sacrifice today.   Old bones held up the old bell tower. Ashes to ashes, wheat into flour. Breaking the land broke … Continue reading Return of the Wicker Man

The Heart of Mystery

                Mystery. It was embedded in her dark eyes, hinted at by her dress and though her lips parted at first only to smile, they whispered of it. I had no desire to solve her, like some detective in a cheap novel; no, she would not yield her secrets by way of clumsy persuasion. I … Continue reading The Heart of Mystery

The Dead Part

The city never sleeps, but it nods; drifting in a waking dream state. Colored by blinking traffic lights, neon hues lend a sickly pallor to the dream people who walk the streets.   Night is inhabited by the yellow cab, their drivers more vampire than man and I am thankful that a half-inch thick sheet … Continue reading The Dead Part

Pt 1 – The Harrower of Souls

I have walked among darkening shadows, down windswept lanes resplendent in their late autumn fare. With night falling quickly, the bare trees that line the path reach out with spindle fingers, to quicken my step and hasten me on. Even though I profess a scientific mind, for no sum would I dare stop, in the … Continue reading Pt 1 – The Harrower of Souls

Night Terrors

The footsteps that wake you in the night, when you look, there is nothing there. When you finally reason away your fright and fall asleep, I will be standing there.   As you sleep, I'll whisper in your ear, making sure that every word is clear. I make the dreams, the very ones you fear. … Continue reading Night Terrors

From Dark Before

I was born when the universe was dark. I was shaped when the Earth was cold. I was born by the mother of the void and the father of singularity. Birthed in silence before the light was spoked in to existence; I witnessed the first dividing line.   I am the last of the everything. … Continue reading From Dark Before

When Midnight Came to Call

When Midnight came to call, we were asleep, dreaming gossamer promises on fat, puffy clouds of comfort. We were sedated. Full to our teeth with self aggrandized portions, helpings heaped with our satisfaction and swimming in a rich sauce of wanton disregard.   Of course, we had not been shy with the wine of opulence … Continue reading When Midnight Came to Call

Attempted Dream Escapes

Hey, hey, why are you scratching and clawing at the wall? There's no use in trying to escape. I wonder why you even care at all? Beyond this room there's only nervous shapes, that reach out of the shadows try to drag you to their sorrows; save your fears for the inevitable day they come … Continue reading Attempted Dream Escapes

The Picture in The Hall

A picture of Stonehenge adorned the wall in a hallway of my friend's mother's house. It stood out amongst the family portraits, graduation photos and vacation shots along some sunny beach. It just hung there, inexplicable. A monolith, a mystery. She told us she had never been to England, though she was well-travelled, never had … Continue reading The Picture in The Hall