‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseNot a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;The children were nestled all snug in...
A new dawn breaks this White Yuletide Morn’,Light tickles scraps of paper andPine needles that still litter the floor.The window still a glitterWith a fresh sprinkle of snow,And gentle Sun through frosted panesMakes the Ol’ Mistletoe glow.Do you...
Bellowing was talking about the fact he was made redundant again,it’s hurting poor Murmuring’s brain.Wailing found out her boyfriend was also seeing another,for Pattering, having three others was no bother.Singing was clueless but nice...
After all the guestsLeft their fingerprintsOn every windowAnd scuffs up and downEach hallway,I searched for you.I looked underneathThe stacks of jacketsForgotten by thoseDonning flushed cheeks,Peeked in the guest room,Let your name shakeNow empty...
Somewhere on the other side of this wide nightand the distance between us, I am thinking of you.The room is turning slowly away from the moon. This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and sayit is sad? In one of the tenses I singingan...
Baby lotion or handwash? Trick or treat! Frog or toad? Trick or treat! Macarons or Maceroons? Trick or treat! Sphinx or a Sphynx? Trick or treat… fuck it, you can have both. Featured in Episode 11 – Diving into bone – Halloween...
I travel becauseI hear the hell houndsHowling in the windNipping at my AchillesTrying to heel this journey of hearing I keep moving because Slenderman thinks I saw himWhen he saw meNaked in the fieldCovered in clouds of smoke I can’t stop...
What is the matter, that did scatter.From the splatter, pitter-patter.All over the floor, fall back on door.As guts galore, spill out in gore.The point was concise, with one fine slice.Target precise, leakage suffice.Body rests in frame, all limp...
Autumn mist hung in the air heavy, close to the ground, A sense or foreboding, hair stands on end, almost no sound. A footstep behind you thud, as it hits the ground, You want to look forward, keep looking ahead but you look around...
Roses are red, blood is red.
So are you, because you’re dead.
Featured in Episode 11 – Diving into bone – Halloween special!