For Two

There was a cruel cackle and a raucous roar as I slayed my winnowing, wailing child for two, the broken and the lucid There sounded a cruel cackle and a raucous roar as I burned a poor, pure man at the stake for two, the broken and the lucid There blew a cruel cackle and…

Cocoon

It’s a heavy set enemy lying face down on your chest Arms wrapped around your body like a vice Teeth dug into your forehead Tongue flaying about in your brain Every fifteen seconds like clockwork he vomits like clockwork tick tock shame tick tock fear It’s happening every fifteen seconds in this makeshift coffin

From a Line Comes a Idea, Comes a Film

One of the short film concepts I’m working on is one about a woman who finds meaning to her difficult and conflicted life through elaborate rituals at her makeup table. I blogged about this a while back here. [Aside, it’s funny – I posted that exactly a year ago. I will really make this film…