Heart's home perfect, in a journey through longing memories, a girl's mid July tears, wars fought in the soul and in the mind, homecoming when a photo is an entirety of a child, an urban legend... More > linking past beauty with current sad age and most happy ending, letters to the founder of me, a 12-year old going blind and the splendid joy at the finality, a mad miracle at Fifth and Lex, a November gray skied and promise of snow, Gojira, an only hope, a Leif that causes trembles in midnight irony, these and more, to someone waiting for me and for them maybe, a welcome home long time running back to deep Autumn and a friend's face never forgotten for one single second. A love story, all of it. Let me tell you once upon a time on a snowy country road come November....< Less
Horrific love. Lovely horror.
The shimmer beyond the spider's web,
Silver in the Sun.
.In mathematical opera, the poet no one knows.
A young boy who
lived in the moon,
Come to Earth to
kill the giant... More > lizard,
The most terrible horror? The senseless kind.
Why? The chaos of unknown.
Young Goodman Brown, round
For another witch vigil.
Tarantula you are.
Snakes float in your summer Sun eye.
Zombies find spaceships to take them from ruin.
A moment, human, in bas relief.
This peculiar madhouse.
When his eyes be as blue as the sea.
A small dance in November sun.
All layers and mixtures.
Watch as they play, as they try not to give
They, as we, deserve their day.< Less
One word, plastic. Kidding. One word, connections. The stories, zany; the titles rhyme. Humans trying to tie everything together. Our portfolio includes an Easter boy and the crazed egg caper. A... More > lizard man and more on the way. Waiter, there's an eye in my martini. And surprises in Orb’s lab. Flies use their ‘branes. Macy's Christmas window gets soaped. Ants get philosophical. There are Sing Sing criminals, and King Kong down to the Sweetie Burger. Love lasts forever. Yeah, well. Summer giggles; autumn ashes. The secret of an old friend I'm not thrilled to tell you. So, open the book, let the denizens breathe. It's getting cramped in there. And lonely. Kind of worrisome, and they have stuff to say. Okay?< Less