Ruminations

I think I might be getting worse – seeing things out the corner of my eye focused towards the all engulfing darkness lashing out – thin tendrils engorged full with spite merciless cthullian mammoth tentacles crushing my ribs forcing the last ounce of air from my lungs wheezing out a pitiful wail as a death…

Cruel November

it’s cold outside in cruel november neath the auburn tinted sky at daybreak and bronzed clouds hang heavily against the backdrop – skeletal remains of once lush landscapes lie barren in silent stoic autumn sleep – piercing winds return in force from bleak lakefronts cross wild country roads – uncertain vapors descend in rain or…