The Fascinating Future Life of Anna Q. Fox

A raging blizzard. A mysterious visitor. And the strangest…

A Love Poem for Haven

Becoming a mother.

Dad, can’t I just come home?

With the introduction of the jukebox into our local café was born the age of rock’ n’ roll in those heady…

At the Bottom of the Stairs

the shadows lie in wait

Letter Sixx

A Love Story About Demon Possession

Under Dark Moons

There are desolate 
dimensions I pass through 
remnants
of dusty contention
Battles with armies of lost girls who 
swim
in my…

Poetry

The Spring

Flower, learn to bloom in rain!

But I Can-can and I Will

when I click on the clap
 — by mistake 
obviously!
it implies
or sternly rather
reprimands
you can’t do that!