RED CACTUS

Red cactus against rogue sunlight Golden sand sifts out across the horizon Smoking girl, smirks with defiant lips And smoke oozes into the afternoon heat   Everything is silent and humidity reeks The girl dances and twirls, morphs a sandstorm Her arms contort, while the cigarette remains still Then everything halts, moment captured

Child’s Soul in The Devil’s Hands

Dear God...I sold my son’s soul to the devil today...please don't be mad...let me explain...It started when I ran out of cigarettes...trivial... I know...but God...I was craving...I mean...really craving...it’s a sickness...I know...please don’t be mad...this may upset you but I really don’t want you to be upset...I don’t want Hell...I don’t want tiny demons chewing … Continue reading Child’s Soul in The Devil’s Hands