Knobby curled knucklesscratch across the bedroom wall,the shadows of gnarled, bare branches,cast by the globular harvest moon.The shapes sway in the windin an ominous dance,beckoning me outsideto join in the celebration of night. From my book Gothic Souls.

I have filled my home with the spirits of the things I want to preserve, to save and protect them from the outside world. They spin their webs in quiet corners and haunt all my halls, safe from the real horrors that beat and claw at the outside walls. From my book Gothic Souls.

I have ventured too deepinto your wilderness,forging my own footpathsin your treacherous territory.When others called off the search party,I was still getting lost in your ways,trying to find the real you.I have not yet lost hope. From my book Gothic Souls.

Such a soothing cadence to your voice Talk to me all night Drone on about anything you like Rehash your madcap adolescence Exaggerate in all the predictable ways Explain your slapdash philosophy Tell me the plots and schemes Of your most boring dreams Your tall tales, your misremembered fables I don't care what you say... Continue Reading →