FALLING

A heart-shaped pool

to break my fall.

A cold wetness

to entomb me.

Depths to reach

beneath the surface.

I am falling.

No one to catch me.

But cold wetness.

IT COMES IN THE NIGHT

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It comes in the night.

It comes to all.

To all who sleep.

To all who lie awake.

It comes on soft wings.

It comes in silence.

I lie and wait.

In trepidation.

In fear.

For it.

LADY OF THE NIGHT

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Lady of the night.

So sad.

Drifting through time.

Lost.

Waiting.

Watching.

Alone.

Forever.

WE CRY

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We cry for ourselves.

We cry in the night.

Tears roll down our cheeks.

Frowns cover our faces.

We stand together.

We cry for no one.

We cry for everyone.

THE MOON RISES

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Creak.

Crunch.

The air moves.

Squeak.

Moan.

The trees shake.

I shouldn’t have come alone.

In the dark.

After the sun sets.

The moon rises.

And so do The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

HELLO, MOON

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Hello, moon.

Hello, night sky.

Hello, cold night air.

Goodbye, sunlight.

Goodbye, warmth.

Hello, moon.

PARTY TIME

It’s Mardi Gras time!

Party time for The Dead.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

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through February 29th!

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PRAY FOR HUMANITY

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Cry for your family.

Cry for peace.

Hold your head high

and hope for a better world.

Pray for mother earth.

Pray for humanity.

UNWANTED FOOTSTEPS

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Silence sweeps the streets clean.

No voices to mark the white surface.

A cold wind brushes away

prints of unwanted footsteps.

Lights in the distance

warn us of inhabitants.

Ignore those earthly reminders

of noise and commotion.

Instead, enjoy the serenity

nature presents to us.

CONSUMED BY THE SEA

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Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC

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It is here.

A force to be reckoned.

It grows by the second,

thrashing under the bridge,

leaving death in its wake.

Leave me be.

My dying wish isn’t

to be consumed by the sea.

THE SIREN CALLS

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It waits for me.

Can I do it?

Will I do it?

Should I jump?

Will I jump?

The salt air.

The strong waves.

The wet breeze.

It calls to me.

My siren calls.

A NEW DAY

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After the rain,

the streets sparkle.

The sun shines.

Kids play ball.

Bicycles ride by.

Couples walk hand in hand.

The air sings with laughter,

drifting from diners at the sidewalk cafe.

A dog sleeps in the shadows.

A new day.

WE ARE WOLVES

WE ARE WOLVES

We are wolves.

We are one.

We hunt together.

Play together.

We are one.

Stay away.

Stay clear.

And stay alive.

THE DEAD GAME BOOK 3 is being written.

Werewolves fight vampires in Oasis, Florida.

Who will win the battle?

A DOOR TO THE UNKNOWN

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A DOOR TO THE UNKNOWN

A door sits in Oasis, Florida.

It waits to be opened.

Step over the threshold.

You may step into a dream

of floating stars and planets,

or into your worst nightmare

of demons and the walking dead.

Be careful where you step.