​Last call is but a moment gone.

William, soon your eyes will adapt to the dark of my dungeon

​Nature bristles with despair

I take dramamine in an attempt to disable the monstrous figure in the corner of my room.

She’s bored with her fancy dolls and little girl dresses

Welcome to the carnival of delights

tell me. does the spark of life pulse in you, like a heartbeat?

The skies were clear and a cold shade of blue

“Too small,” he says

holy water, silver bullets, wooden stake

I know you hear the whispers too

A tanka and haiku collection for Creature Feature.

Stories hurt

The results weren’t ideal—she’d liked her assistant. Ken? Keith?

We all believed that they were one.

Hrothgar’s consciousness hovers above the battered corner of a star

If we continue to ponder in this proximity…

she's tart

The only season when it’s boujee for suburban folk to pretend to be country.

Limned by the half moon…