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  • The Ruler of Nothing (Sonnet # 12292014) – Stone Hand (leaders and Leadership)

    You thought it was Stone Hand? Nah man, that’s him The Critic. Stooping something like a perch- Thrown, he’s on it ornery and snippy For a Good in which he does not idle A Good he longs and kills for, to give for The testament of man’s upper limits He can’t be it, he wishes,…

  • Talk Therapy (Sonnett # 06072012) – Stone Hand (leaders and Leadership)

    My sessions with the doctor help me sane Help me know cool faster than time alone She guides me in seeing myself bitter Self-conscious and argumentative, yes Bringer of the black cloud, down-turner, yes Bleak in beautiful and much worse in shit The doctor prescribes steady doses Of acclamation to conversation With a subject of…

  • Get Like Me (Sonnet # 10142011) – Stone Hand (leaders and Leadership)

    I tuned my thoughts to the Easy Good Although I’m human, that is apparent As I take any chance to sink teeth in I am baring feral with foamy lips Critic’s nature is so, is some how sad If not mean and ferocious, in the end Its all so fucking hysterical Everything is a coil…

  • Illuminatos Issue 1

    Spread the sign, bring truth to the blind… Everything has been a haze lately, like I’m permanently drugged and the world I navigate is that oil painting, dream world I visit when I sleep. I want it to mean that I am better than I was before, not just drugged out on whatever it is…

  • Halloween Special Vol. I, Issue 4 – October 31, 2014

    Happy Halloween everyone! My excitement for this holiday is due mostly to the excuse it affords to be very morose, and the fact that its Friday and the work week is finally over. I’ve never been particularly partial to trick-or-treating (I had a traumatic experience in my youth that made me question why anyone would…

  • Ars Moriendi [The Art of Dying]

    it is not mystery that we are not long for this world batters us until we long to be free of it and only haters of change  fear the mysterious end a state different in size and shape like a pear rather than the apple-shaped existence we munch slowly to core awaits at the mysterious…

  • Siren

    by James Dugger Storm clouds form in the distance like earthquakes form mountains. Thunderheads lead to flashes, Light snaps, and a steady fall rushes downward – drumming a familiar beat.   She arrived wet, slippery with lips of honey, and She lay upon the damp sand. Her voice sang out – men rushed with crazed desire…

  • Dark Journey

    Take time from the birds chirping board the black ferry floating the dark through serene chaos screaming like ears dropped  from the cacophony of spring sounds Take it slowly over gray waves undulating a gray body in pain, silenced with stitches on the lips bound tightly nothing submerged below in the brimstone brew that chokes…

  • Halloween Special Vol. I, Issue 3½ – October 29, 2014

    Here it is, Issue 3½, more poems about the things that haunt us. Today, James and I ruminate on the horrors of the Siren, with the beautiful voice that lures men to their deaths. I wonder if women succumb to the song of the Siren? I never thought about that before.   Special thanks to James…

  • Halloween Special Vol. I, Issue 3 – October 28, 2014

    It’s almost Halloween, just a few days away. I hope you have your costume picked out and plenty of candy (for trick-or-treaters or to eat yourself). I’m planning to watch every Simpson’s Treehouse of Horror episode, they did the marathon on Sunday but I slept through most of it and just recorded it on my…