My new Lit Ezine is seeking submissions! url SHOULD BE FIXED. |
I'm seeking submissions for my new online literary magazine, Halcyon Bedlam. The site is under construction, but open to the public.Please give it a look, and submit some writing or art.Cheers!GMHalcy... Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 08:06:00 GMT |
Opiate (from my new series: Ugly Ink) |
Sexy succubus charming my tongue. Warm numbing.Soft manicured fingers gently close eyelids. Lips,whos kiss could elegantly slay nations, brush mine. Swooning eyeless stare, begging for just one more... Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 11:20:00 GMT |
Modern Day Cro Magnon Man (Spoken) |
To hear spoken version click here! MDCM3Radio Announcer "Sometimes it's fun to try to pit yourself against a puzzle.Try considering tonight's story as a puzzle.It's a story about a monster.It's a fami... Posted by on Mon, 06 Apr 2009 08:35:00 GMT |
Friday Night Shuffle |
Friday Night Shuffle Lap up scraps of dread from tomes of the deadLike orange wafer meds at the methadone trough.Put demons to bed with a chemical songOr lyrics stronger than a rattling death cough. T... Posted by on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 12:19:00 GMT |
Love or Annihilation |
Her lashes are ebon dragon clawsGrasping mystical malachite orbs;Beautiful cursed enticementsAcid-lapping destruction on any male resolve.Her lips are crimson confections,Perhaps laced with honey-swee... Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 10:00:00 GMT |
Mom and Dad |
Apart, some pairs make no sense,But when theyre combined they are genius.He was a pool of bubbling tar,She was a thousand galvanized nails,Their love fanned out like brand new shingles,And they put a... Posted by on Sun, 08 Mar 2009 22:34:00 GMT |
Self-Resanctification Ritual (poem) |
Self-Resanctification Ritualrerun views, down through the floorboardsagain through the stone and earth,into the water pipes,flowing anywhere I willrolling through faucets,drank back into the mouthstha... Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 08:00:00 GMT |
I'm Ready |
Mud on my clothes and blood on my handsStanding mystery's guard on the hard line Where the pigs dine on truth that sticks to the roofOf God's mouth. At least the one we paint on HimSlim hunger starves... Posted by on Sat, 21 Feb 2009 09:47:00 GMT |
Pondering Death |
Foxtrot:Stained white coffee cup in blinding green of Springtime grass. Ants congregated at its rim feasting on its only purpose.Will they nibble whats left of me from the edges of my discarded cont... Posted by on Fri, 20 Feb 2009 08:42:00 GMT |
Thank God for the Number 6 (mature) |
theres a woman on the corner with big fake white teethand big fake blonde hair and a tiny cell phone into which shes yelling I couldnt possibly be less interested Im waiting for the fucking numbe... Posted by on Sun, 15 Feb 2009 14:01:00 GMT |