Walk (022613)
Posted February 26, 2013
The gravel crunches underfoot as I slowly walk down this familiar road. The sky burns white in this small desert town that I once called home. Little has changed in the intervening years. The small brick houses with the recently shingled roofs still sit silent, waiting. The rustle of the leaves in the handful of trees carries for miles, accompanied only by the sounds of my passing. I am no longer one of these people. I will never belong here again. With eyes closed I walk, the dry air pu...
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Haiku to Bubblewrap.
Posted December 20, 2012
Pop pop pop poppop Pipitty pipitty pop Pipitty pop pop. 12-20-12
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Obsidian
Posted December 06, 2012
The light flicks on, casting harsh white light around the small room of the penthouse. Bloodshot eyes cast an empty reflection back into mine as I reach into the cabinet and pour out the pain killers I will thank myself for in the morning. I look back into my reflection’s squinting eyes and smirk. The dark brown irises seem so small from the sheer black that lies in their center. Noise pours in through the cracks in the outer doors, insistent and blinding. I glance out the door of the s...
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Ruby (082112)
Posted August 21, 2012
The storm howls outside my balcony, whipping tree limbs and pouring much needed rain over the face of the desert I call home. This place really needs it. I lean against the railing, a smile plastered on my face as I think of all the faceless people sitting huddled around televisions and radios for weather updates. I lean, smiling, clutching an old leather book I haven’t seen in a number of years. I go to my patio table where my drink and torch wait for me. I do not close my sliding glass ...
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Studies (080412)
Posted August 21, 2012
The ceiling fan squeaks softly with every lazy revolution as I sit in the corner of this darkened room. It’s so much nicer when things are dark. Every sensation gains new importance once sight is taken from you. I tap my bare foot against the rough wooden floor of my studio, the place that has given birth to countless portraits beautiful and horrific. The darkness pulses with the cacophony of eternal silence. Smoke wafts along the invisible eddy of this place. The cherry of my cigarette i...
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Luminous (051412)
Posted May 14, 2012
It shone like a beacon from the heavens, a sign to all who would see the truth and the way and would follow. All around me people screamed, trampling over one another as they stole horrified glances behind them at the majesty that turned skyward in a roiling wave of peaceful fury. Children cried, clinging to their mother’s breast. Husbands wrapped arms around their families, hurrying them into the sheltering darkness of the surrounding forest. Graying men and women stood in the doorways o...
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Raise Me Up (042712)
Posted April 27, 2012
Tinktinktink The sounds sent shivers down his spine, momentarily causing him to forget the aches in his limbs and the excruciating pain in his gut. A miniscule drop filled the needle and slowly trickled out. He wasn’t stupid. His awareness was never dulled enough to allow accidental death. His throbbing red eyes traced curve of the syringe, fingers sliding over the plunger, along the body, and finally the needle itself. He whispered to it as he had the lovers in a long forgotten li...
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Lyrics of Love and Passion #3 (041612)
Posted April 16, 2012
I knew you as an innocent woman, Before you were the damsel in distress. Now you are drawn anon to my caress, Falling as you did long ago again. I take your hand and you do not resist. I place my lips on your skin and you moan. You’ve told me before your control has grown But all that is gone in this torrid mist. You still surrender your secrets to me As if nothing has changed between us. Years Disappear in the blink of an eye, the Pain pushed aside. Where did all of your fears Go?...
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The Ulimate Vs
Posted March 30, 2012
In a rather…contemplative mood tonight. In every story there requires not just great heroes but great villains as well. The hero generally stays the same while the villains are taken out one at a time. Yeah yeah, we all know that. But there’s always one true nemesis, one ultimate arch enemy that makes all others pale in comparison. So, that got me thinking. What are the ultimate matchups in the stories we all know and love? I’m not just talking books here, but stories in general. Here...
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Music for Those Who are Bored
Posted March 19, 2012
Ok so forgive me but I was bored. I was messing around on Youtube and started finding great songs from my childhood and I thought I’d share them with you all. Now I intentionally didn’t put anything like the Beatles or Led Zeppelin because, honestly, there’s WAY too many songs that are amazing by those considered classic rock. So for time’s and space’s sakes, I have limited my very small collection to the 90s. This is by no means all-inclusive. These just struck me as amazing bits...
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Pulse (031712)
Posted March 17, 2012
She danced beneath the great tree, its clothed limbs waving invitations in the warm breeze to any and all who would notice. She had always loved trees, the great sentinels of the world giving proof to the beauty of life and light. She spun in slow circles, her white dress and brown hair spinning out slightly with each revolution. With face upturned, she smiled, feeling the shafts of warm sunlight break through the thick canopy and pass over her cheeks and bare shoulders. She could practical...
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Snow White (030912)
Posted March 09, 2012
The snow hisses as it slides across the ground. I never noticed before how utterly dangerous it sounds. I do tonight. Like a snake lowering down from a branch, hissing as it snaps out at its victim. I wonder if this is what our ancestors dealt with for months at a time when our side of the planet would reach the farthest point from the golden rays of the heavens. What did my relatives do as the already low sun sank beneath the horizon? Ok, I can tell exactly what they did, but what is it th...
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A Love Letter (030112)
Posted March 01, 2012
To My Darling Wife. When you read this, you will think me silly. You are, after all, sitting right across from me on the sofa, watching your must-see TV drama, and I could say with much greater ease everything that I am writing. Call me a sucker for masochism. Hehehe. I don’t see how you can watch shows like that. I’d say you like a little punishment too by your watching it. But, because I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to hurt me, I shall refrain from abusing your enter...
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Vox (022312)
Posted February 22, 2012
Just lay with me tonight… I snap out of my reverie, skidding to a halt. The street on which I run is empty save for the doves dotting the wire fence enclosing private properties beyond the asphalt. I catch my breath, taking off my earphones. The only sound is the hissing of hot southern wind through the corn fields on either side of me. The miles separating me from town always make for a wonderful solitude that never ceases to sharpen my focus, opening up my mind to the world arou...
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The Present (020112)
Posted February 01, 2012
The darkness is silent tonight, no rustling of leaves in the trees behind me, no lap of small cresting waves on the edge of the lake before me. If one word could encapsulate what my world is at this moment, it can only be serene. My booted footsteps are silent in this peaceful world. It is so quiet that I can hear my heart beat within my chest, can feel every pulse of blood as it makes its circuit around my body. I step to the edge of the water, closing my eyes so I can become one wit...
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New Horizons (011812)
Posted January 18, 2012
I turned away from the bar, surveying the crowd. Heavy rock music pounded through the enclosed space. In the muted red and purple light bouncing off the mirror at the back of the stage the area around the myriad islands of round tables and suede chairs was an ocean of darkness. To either side of the bar were two pool tables, each occupied with a group drinking and hanging off each other, next to each of these a platform with a woman surrounded by people watching her moves. I turned back, h...
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The Mirror (010812)
Posted January 08, 2012
I flipped the switch and the lights flickered as the room began to thrum with energy. I made my way to the center of the room, dragging the sledgehammer in gloved hands as the overhead lighting shut off and the object in the middle began to shine with amber light. There it stood, six feet tall, nestled between a pair of Jacob’s Ladders. The mirrored surface rippled as the coils of conducting wire snaking around the gilded silver frame began to glow icy blue. The mirror slowly ceased showing my...
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Season Six Finale
Posted January 05, 2012
The birds are loud at this hour, the symphony of squawks and calls and tweets a beautiful prelude to the coming event. I look out at the eastern horizon, watching the sky melt from an obsidian serenity to a ruby paradise. My breath fogs in the air, but I don’t move in spite of the cold. I stand, waiting… With the Bitch out of the picture, it was time for my birthday. My friends took me to the strip club, but even that excursion was watered down by my depression. MsR, who was making t...
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The T-Virus (Season Six Part 2)
Posted December 31, 2011
I set my drink on the ground, sliding myself down the wall next to it. A candle flickers in the corner, the only light I need. In the books scattered around me I find one I haven’t seen in over a year. I run my fingers down the cover, its faux-cloth texture bringing a smile to my face. Touch is such an important sense. And where one goes, the others are not far behind… I walked in to check my schedule for the new week, taking in the new hires that were still green. I smirked as ...
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Season Six, Part 1
Posted December 30, 2011
Suggested Soundtrack: Slipknot--Snuff Joe Satriani--God is Crying Stone Sour--Say You'll Haunt Me My fingers are callused from running over and over again the harmonic minor scale in D that has become my favorite. Also known as a heavy metal or gypsy scale, the lovingly classical yet aggressive nature sets the mood for remembering times past. As I pick up Ramona, I close my eyes and let my fingers walk down her neck as I remember. Season Six started with a kiss. After finally ...
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