This one is an excerpt from the Inn Situ tales—a collection of short stories that explore the condition of being human. The stories seek the fuzzy distinction between reason and psychosis and explore that blurred boundary through humor, depravity and perhaps just a touch of the supernatural.


Never quite a smile though the Madness smirks
from out beyond the light where the Darkness lurks
prying open treasure chests filled with Desolation;
run from hide from Cursed` vile illumination.

Reason chased to shadows while Falseness works
against its soon return and the Blindness shirks
truth for sordid empty Lies of ill consolation.
Healing salve of hope is turned Abomination.

Fleeting thoughts of intellect, Cruelness dirks
so lewdly stab and stab but the Blankness’ dearth
consuls nothing save except ceaseless Ruination;
character and mind just self-Assassination.

Too familiar specter these Foulness quirks
self-torment, favorite of the Deadness’ perks
arming life’s explosives, imploded Demolition;
squalid ravaged psyche cedes Elimination.

Fetid Beast that stalks me o’er hell’s last burgs
sweet song Perverted here to a funeral dirge
gnawing errant daydreams born of Devastation;
Paranoia preying on hallucination.

Raise A Glass

Where the poet lay in his dying while the secret eyes hidden and spying comes a pilgrim his face in hiding and his spirit with the poet vying for communion with departed muse of tales macabre, in that profuse, from the master and confirmed recluse. Or he, perhaps, only bids adieux. With three flowers of […]

Only Embers

Gray dusk of eventide; shadows blur my vision merging black and white. Formless fog settles in, shrouding thought once clear, blending day with night. What matter? What portent? Where goading, driving need? Love pain hate excitement disdain brushed in a single hue. Familiar pastimes refuse to lend delight. Passions’ fires, not dead, will not burn […]