Thursday, December 25, 2014

Chapter 139: "Blood and Clots"

Jason; Introductions; Comic books; Horror movies; Supernatural experiences; Dying; Music; Being an artist; Michael Myers; Marvel and DC; How we met?; Best comic ever; Shattered toe; Jabberwalking; Check out Jason's pages: https://www.facebook.com/MarvelCastingCall and http://www.imdb.com/list/ls055945563/; Happy Holidays....Happy New Year....and much love to you and yours.....Thank you...<3...Bye for Now.....<3

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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Chapter 138: "Fatally Ambiguous"

The infection (a white cell count of 18,000); The serotonin debates; My Thanksgiving; Beginning a new book; The possibility of self publishing; What I am thankful for; Personal space; What is love; I don't sing anymore; Musical instruments; An odd sense of humor; My furry son; Outi: “MoliaMaia” who you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/MollaMaia; Beth: “MyInnerChilddoll” who you can find at:https://www.etsy.com/shop/MyInnerChilddoll, www.myinnerchilddoll.com, and www.bethcostello.weebly.com; Teketa Shine: “Shine Teketa” which you can find at https://www.etsy.com/shop/ShineTeketa; "Notions of the Damned" with Jimmy Reed; Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air"; Happy Holidays and much Love to you and yours; Off to Bosa donuts and milk.....:)...<3


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Saturday, December 6, 2014

Absinthe

Clown
I pause
over the green
to add
the spare change
to my pile
of teeth.

Last Sip
Bitter beer
at the end
of the glass
a long journey
forgotten

Tower
Do you pour
tears over
the wound
over an ocean
of loss?
Beacon in
the night
wave the
white flag
and dive
beneath
the rocks.

Hours
I forgot
how to tell you
that I love you
everyday

Four
what pain falls
from only
s clover
of time

Bath
spread the honey
the warm bath
waits
to press its lips
upon the cold.

Smoke
No pour
followed by
the red
absence
we bravely sit
by the edge
and wait
in the dim
brief moments