Are you familiar with the angel and demon upon your shoulders? Nathaniel - "the Spider" - wasn't. He was human, once: a common criminal with nothing to live for except his next crime... but it's his LAST crime: to rob from a woman on the streets - that is now threatening all of existence. Stolen power comes with consequences; the Vamine are reuniting. Whose side are YOU on?

A husband reflects on his wife reading the newspaper, and both of them are overcome with grief. "Shhh..."

In an old, withered cottage, there is a young boy in a rocking chair. Obsessively, for twelve long hours, he has been staring at the clock, and his own shadow, convinced that the two are conspiring against him. He is, of course, right. His shadow is very much alive, and whispers to him in his dreams about a power that he longs to take... but who truly owns his shadow or the power?

The Witch is dead... but someone far more sinister has taken up her throne. Come, Dorothy... your destiny awaits in blood.

This is my take on a "Little Red Riding Hood" story - to be updated very soon. Red Reverence always grew up inside her forest home, riding a beautiful black horse and taking care of her remaining family... but a vicious and destructive force is lurking beyond the trees... and it has a very powerful howl. ;)

An old ode to an internal struggle. Dr. Jekyll knew he could never escape the demons of his ego... and likewise, the subject of the poem is about to learn it, as well.

It's not a song, but it's about one, and you have to stay awake to sing it.

A priest who murders a young girl is now haunted by her spirit at the wake. Can her revenge save his soul? Cassidy will rise again.

A poem written as a sequel to Hypocrite: the story of Mona. As she summons a dark god against the men of the earth, she explains her motivations to become the Queen.

Two swordsmen fight in synchronicity to the music of a mysterious woman playing a violin. The song the three commence is a nocturne for the dead, alone.

Mona is pagan priestess, swearing revenge against the men of earth by summoning a god to destroy them. As she sacrifices pigs to the becoming throne, she - rather unfortunately - fails to see the irony of her god's gender, or purpose.

Pro Life? Pro Choice? Neither. Pro Compassion.

I wrote this as a teenager as a stand against conservative Republicans hijacking Christianity for political gains. In my opinion, they are destroying everything that Jesus, Himself, would stand for.

A very old story that I plan to rewrite and connect to "The Boy of the Shadow." This incarnation, though, is simply about a night that refuses to end, as a lone woman spots a crying boy on the streets.

A jilted lover's retribution.