So this is Olliver. He's a hot mess of energy in short bursts that seem to drag on for hours. The rest of the time he's an unbelievably soft and gentle cuddle bug. Fearless. Maybe even senseless. He certainly believes he's indestructible. Olly is a mix between a Burnese Mountain...
G O A D
The terrible urges that repulse your very soul... are not always your own.
Zombody gets a facelift and review
"Zombody to Love is a new idea with its own lore on zombie “life” and reason. Well worth your time." Kurt Marquart - HorrorGeeklifecom Finally, an actual published review. It's a hard thing, writing a book and putting it out there for the masses to poke at. A humbling experience....
Goad… A preview
Tucker slows the old mustang as the massive ornate gate looms larger. He rolls to a stop, the engine rumbling down to the familiar throaty idle the brand has made famous. He stares at the bronze plate on the gatepost. It reads simply; "Shepard Institution" He can imagine the old...
Lonely Temptations
Theres a lonely past the wishing, that someone else was near.. It feels a lot like emptiness, a bitter taste like fear.. It's a place so dark that stars are lost, so deep the heart is crushed.. A cold and rough remembrance, that you can never trust. You wonder how...
The Horseman
The noose doth tighten, and in the distant darkness the smile of death rests upon the icy cold shoulders of a black steed.. He waiteth, not impatiently, but with cruel and uncaring malice, for the final stitch; the last and ending gasp that signals the great challenge of being is...
Poets’ Spirit
The words, empty and meaningless, without purpose, strength or ability, change no views, sharpen no sense, and define no sentiment.. Like paint in a bucket, to be splashed upon the surface of our lives, creating nothing, but a landscape of banality, until touched by the spirit of the poet, who...
Mother Remembered
From infancy through childhood, to manhood, where I am, You gave your every living breath, to help me understand;That life is more than hunt and peck, nor just a party grand,and what I do from day to day, shows not all that I am. You took on all my problems,...
Nothing to say…
You would maybe suppose after this amount of time I would have something to say right? Well I don't. In fact, I'm only writing this to test and see if Polly will properly prepare and save it on my site. You see, with the fancy new stuff on the AWS...
Dos Tapper
I woke with a splitting headache. It felt as if someone had lodged a freaking pickaxe in my skull. I tried to sit up. Fuck. Someone HAD lodged a pickaxe in my head, and it pinned me to the surface of an old roll top desk. Every time I tried...