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Krampus in Tales of Voracious

I sat in the old house, listening to the soft cries from neighboring homes, as children were judged by the saint and his demonic accomplice. On the table beside me sat an array of items, ranging ...


December 18, 2020

Cernunnos in Tales of Voracious

The woods were quiet. The kind of perfect stillness that promises everything has seen you and is watching, waiting to see what you do in their home. I looked around the clearing, bathed in sunlig...


December 11, 2020

Mothman in Tales of Voracious

My feet touched damp earth as I walked between trees towards the haunted landscape he called home. The night barely stirred, the odd cricket made a noise only to sharply stop at my passing. A ful...


December 04, 2020

Siren in Tales of Voracious

Waves lapped against the rocks, gently licking the stony surfaces. I stepped uneasily onto the slippery stones, sliding before finding a sturdy purchase. The soft sound of the water gave the forb...


November 27, 2020

Arachne in Tales of Voracious

Darkness haunted every step I took, obscuring the cave as I walked forward, torch hissing in the air. Other than my crimson flames, nothing but pitch black greeted my eyes. A cool air crept up my...


November 23, 2020

The Nuckelavee in Tales of Voracious

Slick black blood slid down my arm and dripped off of my elbow, creating a puddle at my bare feet. The ocean coursed behind my beast, thundering on rocky craigs. No words slipped past my lips, fo...


November 20, 2020

Baphomet in Tales of Voracious

The candlelight flickered, casting shadows over the altar. Tree branches quivered in the cool wind, clattering against one another. Fire warmed the air behind me, illuminating the effigy and the ...


November 14, 2020

Gelatinous Cube in Tales of Voracious

It waited, patiently, the light glinting off of its ultramarine surface. I slid my hand over its gelatinous flesh, caressing the glassy outside as I inhaled a soft breath. It quivered in anticipa...


March 02, 2020

twenty-three in poems

Sleep is a prison cell I keep finding myself returning to locked inside with all the bedmates of my past. The bars slam shut and I am faced with the hundreds of stains covering the bed with p...


March 01, 2020

twenty-two in poems

I am working through this trauma. This trauma you gave me. But this trauma is the loud, screaming your name at the top its lungs until nothing else fits in my head the shallow earth bursting wi...


I said to the Universe, “Send me someone to love me, please.” And she did. He loved me in how he knew to love. A love that started and ended with him, no mirrors or reflections, a new Sol in my u...


December 30, 2019

twenty-one in poems

sometimes late at night when i’ve had too much fear to drink i wish you had hurt me physically, i mean the kind of hurt that leaves bodies and trails scratches and slaps and bruises on arms or hi...


August 25, 2019

To my mother in To The Person

Dear mom, I’m so sorry you’ve taken my words and my journey with trauma into yourself and let it become your fault. I’m sorry when you hear me speak about my experiences that you feel like a fail...


July 22, 2019

The Haunting in Dear love

Dear love, It’s my default to say I’m sorry. Not because I’m Canadian but because I am so intrinsically interested in making you comfortable, the apology is first and foremost. Your feelings almo...


July 21, 2019

Tea Time in Dear love

Dear love, I make tea and sit thinking about you as the bag bobs in and out of the water at my finger’s will. It steams in the cold air of my apartment, hollow of your presence. Sometimes the pas...


July 07, 2019

Rapunzel in Dear love

Dear love, You stir in me. The way a parasitic larva coils in the guts of its host, you tickle my insides. Nothing I do seems to pull you off the wall of my gut so I can shit you out. Instead, I...


July 03, 2019

twenty in poems

i was easier to listen to when i was only love and light now that suffering has crept into my voice you look away into the distance of the past where i only loved you i didn’t need love back


June 25, 2019

nineteen in poems

i never wanted to be your wife i wanted to be your salvation the gentle promise of hope on the horizon that would breathe recovery into your addiction and make it bleed on the ground beside the...


June 09, 2019

Stitching in Dear love

Dear love, We made a game together about quilting. We even put it in a book and published it, at your urging. You took my foundations of knowledge and shoved them into a game and said “let’s make...


May 29, 2019

eighteen in poems

i have found memory she was scared of you so afraid she hid beneath quiet breathing and silent hope for kindness she was scared by you and every other man that touched her saw her skittish nature...


May 26, 2019

big game hunting in Dear love

Dear love, I find myself running out of things to say to you. What can you say to the beast you once loved? Can you admire his fangs, his claws, his predatory eyes? Is there even a man in there? ...


April 23, 2019

Minotaur in Dear love

Dear Love, The further away I get from you, and the more I unwind the tangles of yarn that are memories and my mind, the more I feel like I don’t know you. Not because I didn’t know you. But beca...


April 21, 2019

seventeen in poems

you treat me like a casualty of the war inside your head


April 18, 2019

An Eraser in Dear love

Dear love, There’s too many reminders still. On my skin, in my hair, on the walls. In my wallet. The debt. The pain. The memories that just keep coming back and the more I remember the more I wan...


April 14, 2019

A Little Death in Dear love

Dear love, I remember when I thought you might kill me. It happened more than once. The arbitrary lines you would say, soft and with a devilish grin that implied I had saved you from becoming a ...


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