Many years ago, as a child, I nearly escaped the jaws of hell. A hell that came veiled as an elder with a gentle face and soft, raspy voice. I remember her to this day as the...

distant of thought, I try to come backpainful regret, I left at allseemingyly simple but I got lost in the mistsa forgetful soul wandering through the badlandsnothing but crows and mebits of flesh and marrowmy body up on a...

Tonight, my guest writer, is Poetic Gawdess (P.G.) who has a flair for getting my attention, finding her a  mystery behind a veil of noir, composing.Question 1: Does the ink come to you, are do you go to the...

Ghosts need no doors, they remember the way with the scent of old bones clinging to the sod when it's peach picking time. The dead—They don’t crowd me blue. It’s the livingwho press their palms against the rootsof the...