Walking the Black Cat by Charles Simic 1996. 96 pages. Genre: Poetry Final Rating: 5 out of 5 stars Summary: Hamlet's ghost wandering the halls of a Vegas motel, a street corner ventriloquist using passersby as dummies, and Jesus panhandling in a weed-infested Eden are just a few of the startling conceits Simic unleashes in... Continue Reading →
Choice of the Cat by E. E. Knight 2004. 344 pages. Series: The Vampire Earth, Book 2 Genre: Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, Speculative, Dystopian My Rating: 4 out of 5 stars Summary: The alien Reapers have ruled Earth for forty-five years. David Valentine is a member of the human resistance, who is now being trained... Continue Reading →
I was not so selfish in this life. I let you go and you found your fated happiness soon after our sun had set. But next time-- for my own sake-- I must be. Should our paths cross again in our next lifetime, I shall win your heart and keep it.
I once found a token in the sand. Engraved on it was “Passion”. “Passion…” I whispered as longing caressed me. and my head felt on a high as I held it in my hand. For I knew there was an arcade game, that took Passion tokens just ahead. I knew a single token was good... Continue Reading →
Most days, I'm good. I can get by and only think of you once— maybe twice— as a passing thought. Then there are days like today. When the breeze picks up and the rain draws near. When the leaves have all fallen and colder weather is here. I need a jacket— No— a blanket and... Continue Reading →
Even friendships cross the finish line.
Something in the air has changed. If I could only trace my finger to the answer, I might shake this alien feeling. The rhythm is all wrong— Off by an unheard beat. However subtle it may be, The vibrations are different. This change remains nameless. Is it Good? Bad? Something else entirely? My mind perhaps... Continue Reading →
I have boxes of bone fragments I need to sort through and store away. They used to be full skeletons, but through the years that pass me by-- and even in the present-- today, On my highest closet self in the safest lock-box, they continue to decay.