"With this ring", In the candle's light, I can see the shadow of a falling leaf in my mind's portmanteau the miracle of our day wed in gathering Twilight's wreath "to love and cherish" trying to balance the bittersweet as if a lonely heron in a shallow glass in my mind's portmanteau

The horse was in shock. It didn’t know what had happened to it as it could not comprehend just what was going on, and the farmer to whom it belonged, could only stare with a similar level of incomprehension. Standing at the gate, as ‘Bessie’ a retired Haflinger horse, lay on her side in watery mud in the corner of a field, her legs cycling slowly, head moving around, eyes blinking, her heart pumping its last as it lay som...

Wikipedia says that A1 is a sauce. So we are under attack by a sauce? Which is short for Sausalito, a city in California. What does a steak sauce have to do with Artificial Intelligence? Can it spell Mississippi? I tried talking to a bottle of A1 and got nothing out of the one-way conversation. In fact, I had to look around and make sure that I wasn't being watched while dining at The Outback. I am more concerned as to wh...

Vows You said you’d always be there with support through thick or thin, but when I needed shelter, you refused to let me in. I knocked and begged for mercy, so my needs were very clear – I pounded and I pounded, but you still refused to hear. You watched me from your window, like you wanted me to know that you’d never keep your promise – you just wanted me to go. Your vision of our future didn’t turn out like you planned,...

It's your party bopping the gristle of sanctimonious heathens with no cover charge Hats off to the body-snatchers in delirium's sweet memories of intoxication Welcome to my hidey-hole of puddings and veins and hypocrites as Jesus resurrects Farewell you sinners forget the afterlife What awaits you is a kiln with eternal strife.

When Bear woke up, Girl was curled up on her side, inside his body, snuggled up to him for warmth, the blanket mostly covering her, except for one foot, which stuck out. The fire had died some time ago, and it was cool inside the cabin. Bear raised his head, and looked fondly at the sleeping form beside him, then shook his head and thought, Silly Girl! Cautiously, so as not to wake her, he moved away from her and went out...

The record’s an instrumental called Grow Your Own. It’s a Small Faces b-side from some time around ’65 I think. Back at the old alma mater, Miles used to play it to death. We used to sit in his room in hall, getting dragged into its brilliance, playing it as loudly as possible until we got complaints. I’ve had complaints about the volume of my music all my life. I suppose I always will. Right now, the majestic Hammond org...

C1…C2…C3… Cervical vertebrate pulling, bones dislodging. Snap! Like a fat leather boot stopping on a bag of Cheetos. Tongue out like a thirsty dog, panting as my eyes escape my skull. I enter an abysmal tunnel, closing in on me. I can hear bells, ringing and ringing, fading into a stagnate buzz. Peace at last, like a steady ocean swell, my vessel rocking gently across an endless blue horizon. My last thought; So this is w...

A thorn and wilted rose for The Apocalypse to linger and decay in the shadows of a herd biting off the throat with words inappropriate with the quill of a feather stuck in one's craw on empty pages hemorrhaging worms a bloodbath of Draconian shattered dreams of unconscionable lies swinging on the gallows with fragrant child of festering embryos to blossom in this desolate place in death's Masquerade so sweet my cadaverous...

Sorrow eats the worm at the bottom of the bottle with a kind of parasitic fermentation that now poisons the mind into thinking they are free that they have control over their life that they are whole as long as they keep drinking as long as they keep drinking as long as they keep drinking as long as they... ... Hey! Bartender, pour me another?

~~~~~~~ Previously Girl carefully put two fingers on the porcupine quill she had selected and gently pulled on it. It didn't move at first, then slowly, like from a bottle of molasses, came free. Girl held it up. "I have it, Madam. Now what?" "Why scratch your tummy with it dear. It will sting a bit – but it will heal you. Over time." Girl turned and looked at Bear, but he indicated nothing. Girl pulled her shirt up, bari...

There’s a kitten in the corner In my bathroom, by the shower He’s the cutest little fella Sitting near the big gorilla And the rabbits make my day As they turn and hop away Through the grasses and the trees Just as happy as they please And the church just down the street Looks like something that should tweet While the pepper, cut in half, Is enjoying a great laugh But my husband rolls his eyes Which is really no surprise...

The evetides rise on the moon scratching its eyelids of nature over the bones willow protecting the dead as the sinew of butterflies take wings sounding as if angels bringing peace taking notes on the lyrical quotes of spirits singing shadows over the sea neath the sky of desolate winds listening to the Hourglass cry as the rains fall more softly the eventides rise on the moon as the ensemble of the lords gather in Basque...

Bear awoke with a start, then strained to listen. Something was wrong, but Bear wasn’t quite sure what, or what woke him up. He swiveled his head left and right, listening. Then he heard it. It was Girl, and she was weeping. Bear got up, and padded towards her room, then stopped. The sound wasn’t coming from her room. It was coming from the bathroom. He turned and padded that way, then stopped outside the door. He heard s...

Bones roast on an open fire Bile boils in a cauldron Grind my teeth to dust Add a pinch of despair to the potion Twitch in my eye Tug at my skin Gnaw in my stomach Bitter tongue in my sour mouth Nails ripping off skin Shivers of disgust Pangs of envy Doubts warp into distrust Tar builds up in my arteries Steadily spreading through my body Constricting my motion Restricting my expression Viewing the world through candy-gre...