Moleskine Pages- The Choir

Angels could never persuade me of their benevolence.

Moleskine Pages- Zombies

Zombies run like sprinters and go from infected human to raging monster without ever dying.

Moleskine Pages- We Sing In Tongues

Victor sat in a corner making a woman of clay: saying " I am Alpha and Omega.
I shall come to judge the earth one day."
We sing in tongues and speak for all.

Moleskine Pages- Hey Mickey

Rejected Commissions

Two pieces that were commissioned (by the same person) but never collected.

Moleskine Pages- I Couldn't Forget

I couldn't forget until I completely remembered, so I chose to live with my nightmares.

Moleskine Pages- Born To Fly

Those fishes were born to fly, so that's what they did.

Moleskine Pages- Sometimes Everyone Loses

Once upon a time, in an imaginary place. Angels staged an imaginary coup. We counted commas and empty full stops, we cleansed all colons and questioned  marks and dashes... Bullet holes rained like rocks. We lay low in fields of snow and tried not to fall backwards.
Sometimes the bad ones win, sometimes everyone loses.

Moleskine Pages- Ghosts

Ghosts hang out near water sources; bathrooms and kitchens mainly. They catch up with family gossip, pull helpful strings and escort loved ones home. Sometimes, they love us too much, feel the separation keenly and cry softly.

Moleskine Pages- Lalala ooooo

He sang babies straight into her uterus.

Moleskine Pages- Unfertilized Eggs

The laugh was as evil as the angel dared to make it. The seduction had begun...He offered to fertilize her eggs, she wanted a ring.He tried to work out what he could get away with...She gathered feathers for their nest.

Moleskine Pages- I Collect The Winnings

He drove me to despair in a stretch black limo, a short scenic drive that started on my birthday. Now I wear blue and sweep dust under our bed. I collect the winnings.

Moleskine Pages- When I Was A Child

When I was a child I was convinced my toys had their own secret lives and I physically ached to be part of it. Anything would have been better than my reality. I so longed for a world of magic, fairies and Enid Blyton realms to exist. I talked to cats, birds and ants in the hopes of finding common ground. Growing up only made the world smaller, drabber and less interesting. Nothing could match my imagination and that is something I'll never get over.

Moleskine Pages- It's Out Of Our Hands

It was a load she sought and carried with pleasure. His heart was a muscle that beat her without mercy. Together they populated a world and lived in a vacuum.

Moleskine Pages- Little People

When we ran for cover, the only cover was brutal with a stony breast and an evil eye. Why we didn't fight back is a short story; short without sweetness. Common, sad and boring; we were the little people.

Moleskine Pages- The Lights Kept On Flashing

They tried every which way to loosen the ties, but the dogs kept on barking, the lights kept on flashing, and angels still feared to tread, to fly, to drink.