A big wind fills the sky dropping out of the storms eye, dust cloud to shroud, ready to deploy its lethal crowd. Down goes the ramp to start the decamp, thirty men fresh out of camp. Out they go to and froe; left and right into the night covering the arcs in case of a … Continue reading Apache
Vertigo
That sensation of falling sends you sprawling, head spinning cold sweat, floor met. Staggering , bouncing off the walls, walking down the hall. Shut your eyes hoping it subsides. Sit up quick before you are sick, call out grab me quick I’m falling. Fullness in the ears this could last for years. Empty shell living … Continue reading Vertigo
This World
In the cold dawn of light, in this world full of hate and spite where no one knows who is wrong and who is right. In this world of fantasy and flight where everyone is on a ladder trying to reach a great height where all the world comes into sight and little children no … Continue reading This World
The Comment
Every time I hear that comment it rips into my heart and every time you say it again it tears my soul apart. I am not good at many things in total or in part, I’ve tried it all from chemistry to art. But all the time you undermine and cut into my mind. I … Continue reading The Comment
Our Heroine’s Second Adventure
Alice Del Mar has been feeling a bit under par and is going to meet a friend for a spa to relax in the bubbles to sooth away all their troubles. She goes to the bank and into her account sank, to rescue the money for the spa. The hole in the wall with the … Continue reading Our Heroine’s Second Adventure
Tinnitus
Sitting here it’s quiet or it should be, Tinnitus is troubling me. The constant wringing in my ear let’s me know it’s still here. When it’s quiet or I go to sleep up it let’s the volume creep until this crescendo peeks with pops and bangs and then it hangs right here in the middle … Continue reading Tinnitus
On the Edge of Sleep
On the edge of sleep not going too deep where awake and unconsciousness meet. Where dreams are starting to seep into and out of low level sleep. Images come and go, no one familiar, no one you know. Body heavy unable to move, myoclonic twitches permeate the being in a sensory world no one else … Continue reading On the Edge of Sleep
Rhythm of the Ink 
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