Category Archives: Dark

Writing Update

I’m working on editing a play I wrote some years ago based and inspired by Alice in Wonderland. A theatre friend of mine loved it, so, I guess that I’ll get it edited, possibly published, and maybe offer it for free in a pdf format to college students for their thesis plays. Maybe. What do you guys think?


Duskhouse Player

My second book of poetry, Duskhouse Player, has been published through Amazon.

 

 

 

Life is a series of random events laid out by Fate. Poetry is the paintings of her face. Duskhouse Player takes the random parts of life and pulls them out of a hat to give you a different experience in poetry. Its joyful and sorrowful.

 

Purchase the Kindle edition here, and the paperback edition here.

 

 

 


End

The books pile high
and the military
becomes the police force.
Torches in every man’s hand.
I hide, watching.

Skyscrapers once reached
to the heaven.
Now, they are crumbled.
Pictures, not withstanding,
no one remembers.

With no choice, but survival
they turn to him,
the man with the torch,
setting the books on fire.
I watched.


Untitled

I wish there

had been a physical

slap across my face

 

Don’t talk to your Nana

that way! She’s not a dog.

 

Then what am I?

 

A physical pain

assaults me when the shout

comes without warning.

 

If you break that dryer,

you’ll be sorry.

 

I already wished

I wasn’t born.

 


After Jason Todd

Nice family.

Fixin’ a pie.

All Mistah J

 

and I wanted.

B-man ruined it.

Puddin’s dead.

 

I had to run

for it, escaping

the flames.

 

Lived in hiding,

keeping away

from B-man,

 

had a girl

in a pretty

pink crib.

 

She grew up,

gave me granddaughters,

the Dee Dees.

 

Troubling duo,

twins in the fights,

always in jail.

 


Romantic Origin

You laughed

as we drove 

away. I busted

you out, Puddin’.

I busted you out.

 

You threw me out

our door, green hair

a brandished weapon.

I had to prove myself,

make you laugh.

 

I remember

seeing you the first

time. Grin

menacing. A rose

in my office. A note.

 

I caught him,

Mistah J.

He hung upside

down. Piranhas.

You didn’t appreciate

it. I fell from the window.

 

Puddin’ you made

me laugh. Arkham

had been my choice,

not yours, Love.

And you made me laugh.


Sections of a Former Psychiatrist’s Diary

Black lipstick

Red and Black

The babies snap

at the bone,

fighting over it.

Puddin’ planning.

 

Stupid B-Man

hurting Mistah J.

The hat never

comes off

blond hair.

 

Kicked out again

staying at Red’s.

Her plants terrify

me. B-Man

can’t stop us.

 

I missed my puddin’

Missed how rough

he pulled my hair.

The smacks when

I grab the wrong gun.

 

My puddin’s frustrated

Not even revving

me up helps his mood.

I hate B-Man

so do my babies.