Waste ofIt was the perfect strawberry sundae, topped with whipped cream and cherries. She thunked the bowl on the graying picnic table. Her mouth watered, but she didn’t have a spoon ( Read more... )

Warning: Single use of profanity. Bizarro genre.

( Awakening )

Stones & SticksIn Autumn’s cold grip, she returned to that hateful place. Her body showed signs of the previous abuse-a painful limp, bruised cheeks, and one eye swollen shut. Along the familiar, well-worn paths the woman walked, cloaked in jagged shards of glass. Broken points grazed and pierced her skin with every movement, but they didn’t hurt ( Read more... )

Angelic demons sacrifice innocents at dawn.

At moonrise, the lilies will howl.

Intergalactic space pixies groove toward Earth.

Smother your lover, not your mother.

The treadmill jogged into the sunset.

I shot my gun. It died.

Buy, sell, trade.
Body, mind, soul.