The Fabled Pinhole

The walls are always closing in, but we never actually get crushed –
Compacted to a cartoon flatness until we shake ourselves back to 3D.

God’s Eye

His red eyeball pushed up
Against the window,
Sharp-lined, a Great Eye of Ra.

Frog Spawn

I can hear it sometimes, the humming noise from that bog in my old backyard. Like, it wants me back. Like the frogs want me back in the mud. And the insects. Making a noise that barely makes sense but still makes some sense. Making a noise like the whole world’s loud demented prayer.

Business as Usual

Vampires and werewolves rose up in vengeance,
But found themselves falling into routine,
Begging after the red drip of desire,
Running down the usual ruts.

The God of Smoke and Mirrors

Excerpt of the first 5 chapters (the full book is available on Amazon)

The Dictator Retires

If Kim Jong Un could grow a mustache, he probably would. Ol’ Peach Fuzz Jong Un… It came with the job description. But Ignacio had revitalized the mustache, owned it, animated it. It had been a central pillar of his own dictatorship.  

Jellyfish

I felt a jellyfish under my foot,A creature with no true meatHanging on no true bones,Just flubber, quivering with a little electricity.It wasn’t the kind that stings, and I didn’t kill it,Since I was stepping slowly into the surfAnd I picked up my foot before it could crush the thing. It wasn’t much,But it struck […]

Kitten with a Tumor

The kitten would’ve been almost too cute, like an illustration from a cookie tin, a perfect Kitten-by-Hallmark, were it not for the tumor growing out of its back and extending up its neck to almost between its ears.

Seizure

…her soul had been caught up and was wrestling with cosmic eels made of shivering blue light. 

Street Fighting Man

Roger turned back to the documentary on walruses that he had been watching on his laptop. The walruses were fighting. A big, dick-swinging walrus was kicking the shit out of a bunch of wussy little beta-walruses.