Tag: atmosphere

Roland and Hayes

“Is there anything to be said for it?” “I really haven’t the faintest.” Two silhouettes haunched over a grave offered no prayers. Yet, it was not an occasion entirely lacking in reverence. The strange light of the lantern diffused spectrally through the fog like… Continue Reading “Roland and Hayes”

Of the Wind – A Musing

I stride among pillars at dawn The magnificent sun casts their shadows across the simmering sand The hawk glides overhead Silent sacred symmetry Eternal forms amidst primordial desert Mortality, infinity, entwined Will hands arise forever to furnish this duality Or are they too mere… Continue Reading “Of the Wind – A Musing”

The Walls (Creepypasta Original)

There was no fear then. The shadows that the trees cast as night fell held no terror. It was comfortable to watch the world grow dark. Now the inky shadows that bleed from the closet induce panic. How did I regress to such a… Continue Reading “The Walls (Creepypasta Original)”

Soil – A Poetic Notion

Death is my Religion Death is my sacred Mother Death is the vehicle by which my soul traverses the heavens She is no macabre fancy But a perfumed blossom When I was a boy I dreamed of a rotting woman in an upper room… Continue Reading “Soil – A Poetic Notion”

Great Heart (Poem)

If you help somebody It’s an accident Cause the world is bloody Never learn from precedent It pulses and beats In hollers and heats Life flows down streets Aorta greets Whatever passes ‘long Takes it through Circulation washes right or wrong You were there… Continue Reading “Great Heart (Poem)”

Stumble Schmaltz (Song)

        Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine When will I rise and tow the drowning line Long blonde hair Wicker chair And Summer wine This malaise The milieu It won’t be fine Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine Dew… Continue Reading “Stumble Schmaltz (Song)”

Jack was always last…

“There’s nothing out there,” I said stepping across decript floorboards. They creaked in protest. “Ok,” I responded. “I guess there’s some wheat in the field. Though it’s wilted.” The wind shuffled the flies on the brick windowsill. “What? You thought they were paper airplanes?”… Continue Reading “Jack was always last…”

The Cottage – Chapter Thirty One – (Short Story)

There amongst the stones he lay again. And again he had no thought. And again he found it good. But now there was no fear. There was no apprehension. For he had reckoned the symmetries. The propitiations had been made. The ginseng laid. The… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Chapter Thirty One – (Short Story)”

Amthlynam (Short Story)

Notre Dame, Big Ben, the Sistene chapel. These are known marvels. But what of those that crumbled into dust? Centuries of soil at times wild with trees at times green with pasture shroud their memory. Alternating patchworks of increase and decline are the lily’s… Continue Reading “Amthlynam (Short Story)”

The Cottage – Chapter Thirty – (Short Story)

The cottage seemed even emptier than before. Luckadoo’s party had pressing matters across the pond. They did not tarry long. It was annoying. Everything was always open ended. Just left there laying vague and cryptic. It felt like trying to get a direct answer… Continue Reading “The Cottage – Chapter Thirty – (Short Story)”