Writer. Gothic Soul. Woodland Spirit.
Film grain, vintage vibesThe elegance of black and whiteSongs playing in my mindLiving life in rewindHoping to get it right this timeHalloween and Christmas lightsGlitter and neon to keep it brightFinding myself in lines I writeOn quiet nights by candlelightFull of contradictions--the story of my lifeUnassuming, painfully polite My black nail polish feels like a... Continue Reading →
I have kept every kiss you've given me pressed between pages, lining the cabinet doors, dripping from the eaves, hanging from the lintels like mistletoe, and tucked into the corners of every mirror. They wink at me as I go about my day, these reminders of you. From my book Woodland Spirits.
Searching the lost and found For yesterday's perfect chance For the word that should have been my last For someone else's guarantee that some good things are meant to be (and the power to believe it) For the weathered road map left by someone who's been down this path For your good graces For the... Continue Reading →
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 →
Beelzebub has moved in To the empty space in my soul He's stringing up red fairy lights And making himself at home He drinks a wicked mix of poisons That's much too strong for me Taking shots of dread and doubt As he lounges on my dormant dreams He used to keep me up at... Continue Reading →
I have always been a lone wolf, pawing this well-worn path, baring my timid teeth at shadows passing in the distance, scampering into hiding when anyone approaches. But now as darkness dampens the busy noise of the world, I have learned to listen, to hear for the first time that we all howl at the... Continue Reading →
From up here the Earth looks cold Though that's not necessarily true It's summertime in half the world But that little planet looks frosty white and blue From our vantage point on the moon In establishing our lunar colony We had to be selective In what we brought with us Holidays take on a different... Continue Reading →
Adjust the tracking on the VCR To get rid of those staticky lines There are two different speeds For fast forward and rewind You can skip the commercials From when this movie was taped off TV In December of 1993 I'll sit through them; I want to see What the world looked like In the... Continue Reading →
Dear family and friends and all those others I send a letter and a Christmas card to each year, though it's sometimes hard to remember how I know you, but I thought you'd like to hear how awesome my life has been since the last Christmas letter I sent I'm so happy now that you... Continue Reading →
We horror kids know how to celebrate Mixing Christmas with Halloween Skulls and crossbones on our cozy sweaters They look festive; they're red and green Our favorite holiday tradition Is telling Christmas ghost stories We don't hold back the scares But we don't make them too gory Without Nightmare Before Christmas Our holiday season wouldn't... Continue Reading →
Michelle Wicklow 