I pocketed the devil's dice And looked out upon uneasy streets Where people ran like rivers Into the deep dystopian weeds Slow burned and...

I have built this place to get to her. Projected her like a shadow on my wall. A memory, a ghast, a shade, a thought. And from the fire...

I had an idea for a horror story called 1991 but just ended up writing a poem instead, enjoy: 1991 The year horror takes shape another...

The Rewound Heart Bleeding backwards Into a dying sun Waning crescent Descending crescendo Cascading energetic cycles Data still backing...

On and off again during my life there has been the feeling that things are about to combust, fall apart, or all come crashing down....

The Rock Echoes of this piecemeal thunder Crushing clanking gears of stone Unwieldy chains like words unspoken The ungodly strong...