Sometimes I see you straight as you ever were, teased and sprayed Seventies high.  King James in one arm, purse padlocked to th...

Mummy dearest, corkscrewed queen, embedded six feet down. Headpiece removed, your skull looks normal; too much like mine. ...

Late Sunday risers consider briquettes. Samples in paper cups.  Frankfurters.  Beer. Fresh from church, a dressed couple pra...

The crucifix is gone ― the one I got discount, for singing a cappella. I quaffed enough blood, dissolved my fill of broken bod...

a very noir  R.A.D. Stainforth  ... he nearly sings at the end ... God sits upstairs, like over-sized Orson Welles trying to ...

my vintage rosaries click to embiggen I'm not sure exactly how I contracted the passion for collecting, but the sy...

Shards You always used the Balm of Gilead to do your dirty work. He that doth not work, shall not eat , a hundred times on paper. No supper....

Yesterday, I curled with with a good book in front of the fire, but kept looking up at the blank wall at the far end of the room. For ...