the constant pounding the ringing the chorus of demons singing screaming dreaming this illusionary sense of peace of pieces of shattered mirror inserted just inside my cornea to reflect the misdeeds of missing deeds to lands of milk and honeyed lies her thighs her eyes the flies so thick on the unconcealed blood spread across […]
the land is at odds with the weather it is overcast drizzly yet warm with a colorful drift of leaves blowing lethargically across the pitted concrete from the glass view of my rolling sarcophagus i expect the cold winds of childhood to shred through my shirt yet the warmth feels foreign i cannot make amends […]
just a seed planted in the shady side of oblivion left to take root in the sand rich soil of bitter memory a stunted monstrosity gnarled under the selfish need for more in a land ripe with opportunities yet always placed just beneath notice (un)requited forgotten yet unbroken by callous cosmos insipid in design yet […]
listening to gaslight anthem while the media gaslights the nation doomsday prepping in an effort to avoid apocalyptic warning signs of tuesday being a second monday it’s like driving down the road as my father explains the impending divorce a discourse unnecessary in the grand scheme of granular streams in angular screams that maybe possibly […]
tie a string around my heart take me to the park run let the wind take it high into the sky a bloody kite for your pleasure my paper thin skin catching the breeze cracked ribs make a perfect frame for you to set me free at long last
a room full of bored faces stare expectantly at the lone fool sitting under the glaring spotlight he opens and shuts his mouth repeatedly as the words evaporate before hitting tongue this was a mistake a foolish miscalculation yet here he sits expounding upon nothing ladies and gentlemen allow us to present an idiot with […]
the needle pierces the skin as ink floods deep into the soft tissue over and over again the gentle hum of the motor an illusion of solidity constant stinging as the stencil is traced to become part of the road map a destination on the path to one’s self yet this sixteenth marker finally shows […]
she threaded her way in between the nervous system of impulse and adoration wriggled her way deep into the marrow to imprint tiny breaths upon every red blood cell speeding through a vascular system punctuated with her every whim snaked deep inside the soft tissue so each movement bore her wonder inked her name upon […]
this skin feels like it belongs to another itchy off putting a costume rendition of another being carefully placed over an all consuming ball of doubt this face stares back through shattered glass to reflect a thousand broken images ranging through a rainbow of insipid lies in the guise of emotional incongruence i speak his […]
dear diary i can hear her laughter, when I close my eyes it is as if she is still here, her feet on my lap as we absently tap on our phones, just the contact necessary to be united it’s so empty, both in here and in my chest, as if she pulled out the […]
it’s the little things the incidental contact the secret looks the smell of her hair on the pillow a million microscopic instances of her that make the gaping void where she once sat feel fathomless in scope the world carries a her shaped hole that all the light seems to pour into leaving nothing but […]
i never imagined things would work out this way in every dream plea prayer manic state or depressive crater i stopped following the road signs years ago after my last near fatal wreck in a string of near fatal wrecks driven by trying to do what was right even if that sent me careening over […]
i have never been so jealous as when i watched the sunlight play across your gorgeous skin the wind blow through your hair as the scent of you wafted lazily to infuse my entire being with your very essence i knew without a doubt i was yours alone
What a few weeks for the Fool. The pre-order for my poetry collection, (un)poetic by m ennenbach, has gone live. Coming December 3rd from Potter’s Grove Press, this is the first of a proposed three book poetry series in the (un) series. (un)poetic by m ennenbach for kindle I finished a short story that really […]
reciprocity of devilish intent the paint cracks in the antique frame the cherubic smile falling flakes of lead based skin to drift across the room the smile turns to frown the joy seeps into sorrowful tears where once love did flourish only seething hatred boils beneath the surface hidden in deft strokes underneath the angels […]
the light ravishes the dark the quiet simpers in the busom of screaming dread bipolar opposites seeking the warmth of frigid lies searching the empty cages of freedom for insight skirting the edge of the poverty line living hand to mouth check to check dreaming of an end to this existential nightmare
he sits alone in flickering candlelight carving every name he has known into the soft pink flesh with a cheap pocket knife across his ribs his chest his arms his legs red angry letters spelled out poet father failure dreamer lover loser liar every drop of blood every tear shed added to the anguish yet […]
her lips tasted of pomegranate lush with dripping juice yet slightly bitter like the falling autumn breeze blowing along the nape of my neck i pictured her as a girl with dirty feet scuffed up knees playing on the rocks as the pomegranates hung fat on the branches above now her lips are stained deep […]
her memory washes over every tiny facet of this agonizing existence like an angry poltergeist knocking over the mementos of pallid gravesense the sun shines cold light on the vaporbreath of water filled lungs in the early morning pantomime of going through the motions of emotional ressonance can you see through the crooked veil can […]
she wafts an aroma of reticent remorse in a cloud like buzzing gnats circling around greasy hair the dark circles beneath her rheumy eyes like the shadows of monolithic disinterest yet something about her lack of care self or for the world around her is alluring in a tepid way she skirts around the truth […]
it’s cold in this land of codependence home of the pharma deadened media controlled rancid melting pot of a fatal traffic accident on public dismay the roads covered in black ice hazardous to unseeing eyes unfocused by the steady drip of narco supplements in the water supply the dotted white line becomes a deafening blur […]
they are so caught up in being righteous they act as dictators telling us what to like to feel who to befriend it is a mob mentality no longer sated with moving on or ignoring that which we disagree with public shaming personal attacks not seeing the line between them and that they hold so […]
hello dear readers an exciting time is upon us. not only is my first collection of poetry real, but the preorder is live now on Amazon! River has done an amazing job editing and formatting the inaugural release from his Potter’s Grove Press. add to it with a phenomenal cover by the always brilliant Don […]
i wish to curl up bend my limbs into a fibonacci sequence find nature in the unnatural recombinant strands of innocent abuse a simple pavlovian response to the indecent orchestral arraignments drifting on the theorems of the bell curve the bell jar the latent depression of existence crack my painful joints into whatever patent pending […]
blood seeped from the open wound where once a sparkling amber orb had lain sweat from pain and exertion flowed down the lined forehead to sting the remaining eye with a salty lick it isn’t as if he asked for this life of constant misery the struggle the fight the rampant need for violent discharge […]
the rind falls off of the fruit exposing the rotten soft flesh of putrefaction a sickly sweet smell of sugar mixed with decay rancid like the sickness that affects every living thing in microscopic bursts of entropic intoxication kiss me like we are not slowly falling apart ravish me as every cell breaks down ligaments […]
it was a transcendental tragedy told in three parts in the end all that remained was the stain of what could never be scattered light across the pieces of shattered soulstuff littered along the dimly lit lane of heart ache magnified
she swooned her voluptuous breasts heaving in desire at his exposed manhood her nether bits pouring like a broken faucet in desire she grasped the thick member with shaking hand her free hand wiped at her salivating mouth in anticipation then with one quick slash of the wickedly sharp blade it was freed she smiled […]
bipolar resonance in a dusty sphere of shadow cobwebbed distress filters the vibrancy of light into the darkness of depressive detour there was a boy who never spoke for fear of being seen hidden in the remnants of wonder clouded with the pungent scent of fear there was a girl trapped in the aether between […]
hoarse screams rise from the dry well of solemn truth ignored on the heavy wind of tumultuous denials mossy stones laden with erstwhile memories she carries a pack of gum in her front pocket a knife in her purse walking unsteadily on high heels after one too many one too manys the night hides the […]
https://talesfromthebookdragon.wordpress.com/2019/11/08/freakish-friday-17/ An incredible review of my collection, Notches. The last three stories are not to everyone’s taste and I willingly accept the critique of them. But the rest of the review is truly exquisite. Hope you enjoy and maybe decide to grab a copy for yourself. Notches: A Collection https://www.amazon.com/dp/1950259102/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_-3IXDbXNQVEP2 Hugs and sloppy wet kisses […]
i dreamt a dream of swirling sands of thirst of crawling across the arid land in dire need of something undefinable primal necessary yet incomprehensible she shimmered like an oasis a cool drink of water in the middle of desolation where cracked bloody lips spilled lines of poetry lost in the vast dunes of forever […]
wrong turns misdirections the wind turned bitter the skies threaten storm a quest for something discontinued yet none of it matters at all the company the joy of one another enough to keep it going
lie down let the gentle autumn rain wash the feel of sorrow from weary muscles knotted in anxious necessity let the cool mist act as a balm against the constant grating of reality like an obsidian blade thrust into the heartwomb of tomorrow’s many insults behind the gray wool clouds of rendered dreammucus lies the […]
he stripped the meaning from the words then plastered them across the room in hopes someone saw something in the hollow outlines all that was left was the prose of a damned soul stripped of purpose muscles cramped eyes clamped shut as shuddering waves of anguish sped from feverish forehead to curled toe leaving no […]
lost in a maze of maize the stalks grown in irregular patterns mutated into monstrosities with stinging leaves that cut the supple flesh of childhood aspirations in dead end paths wisps of silk on the humid air as frantic breathing fills the rows
the heavy scent of lust plays like motes of dust in the humid air of a rainy morning spent tangled nude in bed his hands hunger for the smooth feel of warm flesh as her gentle breathing resonates with his heartbeat outside the world continues to spin with the fierce locomotion of angry need while […]
a tarnished silver tray in the flickering candlelight of a darkened room fruit long into rot moulders under the constant buzz of flies crawling with fat maggots the wallpaper hangs in tattered strips from warped wooden boards heavy cobwebs with fattened black spiders wrapping feasts of quivering forms she sits alone mascara running in thick […]
does she realize she is poetry that her gestures her words her beauty so simple yet stunning she is the definition of the words i struggle to find so effortlessly painted upon her perfect flesh.
you don’t know what you need until it finally arrives like a dagger poised to strike it isn’t until the plunge that it is truly alive the things given up can be the most fulfilling when they arrive from out of nowhere to fill all the gaps leaving a sense of contentment where only ache […]
he said he was worried he would be the guy that just photographs the sunset at the beach he wanted to be known for more i understood but as we walked hand and hand and she told me his fear it dawned on me that a lifetime of sunsets over the ocean beats the shit […]
her clean taste drips onto my tongue no matter how much i taste i cannot get enough as her moans fill the room i need more and more of her divinity to infuse my being she begs me to stop at the edge of insanity that just makes me want to drive my tongue deeper […]
interview with Meghan a Halloween story My wonderful friend Meghan wears a lot of hats. She is an editor, reviewer, cat mom, and all around awesome person. She does a big Halloween event every year where she talks to authors and collects their Halloween memories and tales. It’s been a blast so far and today […]
the difference between callus and callous is if it is your hand or heart the difference between affect and effect is merely intent versus act i knew each callus on her dainty hand as i held it better than i knew my own with the callous disinterest i held myself in she knew the effect […]
five in the morning roaming the aisles of the store she looks on in wide eyed wonder at the excess the everything all gathered in one concrete tomb to consumerism does she know i watch her every move her every expression with nothing but adoration for the simple beauty of her being her in a […]
there is a fine line between bone tired and finished walking along that fracture does things to the simple mind that years of boarding at a black ops site could never hope to replicate a gallon of water may mimic the effect of drowning but the third day with no sleep is a sliver of […]
the mist gathers at the feet of the tombstones a swirling fog obscuring the brown grass the weatherfaded plastic flowers left in half-hearted memoriam the moon casts a baleful glare down upon the cemetery cold uncaring as the scene of loss becomes a cloud of distant malaise a single howl shakes the too silent land […]
the taste of her on my lips the feel of her against my side as she mumbles sleepily how long has the bed been empty devoid of dream lost with no anchor to keep me in place against the turbulent tides her gentle breathing in a room so silent for far too long waiting for […]
this sudden flash of intense intentionality sends quivers down an already jelly like spine introvert introvert hiding in the dark introvert introvert tinder waits for spark the need to ravish lavish speak a language of erotic nonsense hiding biding waiting for time to end another surge intentional intensity sending spasms down an already vapid dream
it is all gray grey dimmed demure distressed the entire world blanketed by clouds in a state of never ending storms unpossible to tell if it is the artificial lighting or the sun desperate to show it’s face it is all gray grey shuttered solemn stupefied it isn’t the end of the world just the […]
i speak in spiral staircases in the quiet spots of my mind rounding each level to end up exactly where i began i can no longer tell if the thunder is in my head or shaking the windows as it rolls constantly in and without when i shut my eyes every sound sends flashes of […]
the emptiness seems particularly alluring as the gravity of low wave emissions from the satellite heart careen off of yet another comet bearing down on the tragedy of lethargy solar radiation tickles the marrow of bonethrust beneficiaries impossible to get bearings when the lodestone prefix is randomized in the flames of fallow indignation can you […]
she shivers like a fly in a web sending teases of desire rippling across the threads of silk attracting the spider in search of an easy meal
the bassinet rocks softly dangling from the edge of a cliff at the edge of nowhere where nothing is what it seems nowhere is as close as the emptiness in the center of a heart the wind howls loudly causing small cries to join the choral wonder of banality sundered from the wet lips of […]
she was a stick of dynamite i was just an errant spark in the long cold night of another wasted weekend left weakened strung out against the dirty brick of any alley in any city around the world. we made love as the sirens wailed i ran my hungry fingers across every track mark with […]
while we struggle for a piece of the pie they churn out new ones at a faster rate than we could ever hope to consume the bible belt is straining to maintain decorum in a land of corn syrup daydreams called diabetic comas we don’t rage against the machine we happily slot ourselves into position […]
the graffiti bleeds through no matter how many coats of paint they apply no matter how they spin the story it all boils down to none of what you perceive being real just another fantasy spewed on the fetid breath of freedom with hands bound by inconsequential order it is just another mirage a variance […]
i find it is easier to love a corpse than another person for the simple fact that you never have to watch the love fade in their lifeless orbs i find it makes more sense to love a memory because in the end it is colored by the idealistic brush of time immemorial with no […]
the sun still shines even if it is above the heavy clouds of sorrow that rest in the gray skies of today
falling is love is planting a grove of trees as seeds knowing you will never sit in the shade it casts but instead in the hope of someone else getting to enjoy a brief reprieve from the rays of the sun that mercilessly pound down from the sky
i only drink orange juice after brushing my teeth i prefer to shower fully clothed i rarely cringe when a stranger makes eye contact i rarely leave my home i am the sum of all my faults i am the lack of depth perception on a trail lined with rusted barb wire i feel there […]
the world has been boiled down into handheld screens where the events happening just over the silicon go ignored there is no longer a need to experience when you can let others describe it for you instead the sunset looks beautiful in stunning high definition even if it loses definition in the darkened room alone […]
those moments before the sun rises when the world is stirring but has yet to open it’s eyes the chill breeze blows with a hint of rain the random car sputters sleepily towards the beyond it is a moment of peaceful reflection tinged with rejection a time for deflection before the sunrays pierce the void […]
he whispers to himself it is just seasonal but the goddamned season has lasted his entire life he mutters to himself it is the story cracking down on his already weary framed of mein this isn’t all it’s built up into yet somehow it is still more than can be accepted by a fractured soul […]
i remember when the breakdown was part of a song not a snot covered mess huddled in the corner begging for an end to something intangible it was drums and bass with a tease of guitar not sobbing as the world crashes down
feeling that feeling that sleepy sliding feeling that need to hide to disappear to become a myth of a rumor anxious energetically tiredly manic lost in the ever spinning arm of spiralling hopelessness as the world pisses cold rain on the dirty concrete right outside the door
it’s raining in texas this time of year is always tough but when it is raining in texas on a cool autumn night it seems worse somehow so now it’s raining in texas as he sits with face pressed against the cold pane of glass somehow it is worse somehow it’s worse homesick for a […]
he superglued his fingers together while trying to superglue his heart the poor fool listens to the rain as sleep sits just out of reach
there is an ache a dull throbbing dancing along the left side radiating with every second no amount of tears alleviate this deep down sense of despair trying to capture smiles with a butterfly net to watch them sigh mockingly as they dissipate into heartache
the zen of moving in silent half step across the asphalt indignation of sullen traffic tumors the organism is in the death throes of poor organization sputtering in the final throes of orgasmic release tally ho to valhalla tally ho on purgatory musings of unassuming muses transcends the cornucopia of madness lurking just behind the […]
decompartmentalize vaccuseal the emotional discourse reintroduce the bastardized intent with lack of substance boiled down to the bare bleached bone in a cauldron of misconstrued potions love spells for turning frogs to toads turtles to tortoises languid lie to earnest truth trapped in an endless loop of listlessness
sometimes it feels like speeding downhill with the brakes engaged sometimes like pulling your own teeth with no anesthesia at others it is a waterfall naturally going along a predetermined path by currents just below the surface but it cannot be forced poked or prodded without falling apart in the hands feebly grasping for it
Here is the official.cover reveal of (un)poetic. Thanks to Don Noble for the epic art and River Dixon for taking a chance. Join us in this trip through the emotional spectrum. You’re not alone.
the thing about depression that normal people don’t get is it isn’t sadness it is but it is not as well it comes to give kisses when you are happy draping you in too hot hugs bringing the world into it’s control it is a lack of motivation an inability to act on basic human […]
the blue black of a winsome bruise bringing back memories of beatings bygone lashing from the righteous fists of blind indignation thrown by the hulking brutes of benevolence in benign bitterness a benediction beguiling the besmirched beggars banished to the bell towers of briney loss bastardly betrayed by brandished blades
we were two errant stones tossed into the turmoil of every day but when you crashed into me suddenly i had to ponder the randomness of it all
time has no siblings death has no friends life is but a daydream sorrow never ends she kicked a can down the street as the lights flickered on an hour early due to the change in season a dog snarled through a gap in the weatherworn wooden fence with a tenacious need to be heard […]
coming soon from Potter’s Grove Press, my first poetry collection. I’ve said it before and I’ll repeat it, I love writing fiction but I need to write poetry. This labor of love is a culmination of two months of spiralling emotion spilled across the page. The cover, by the brilliant Don Noble, that you get […]
the rings of saturn are melting ring rain falling on the lonely giant uv bombardment from solar flares causing the ice to melt liquid pulled into the magnetic force of number six in the planetary chain some things seem to be forever yet the trappings of eternity are as foreign a concept as emotional discourse […]
service call at the zoo broken machine and a rambling eye as i stroll around watching the lions watching me with vague disinterest i can’t help but wonder as i sit in my rolling terrarium down the road who is watching me
rip van winkle had the right idea feels as if i could sleep a couple decades yet somehow still wake up needing another hour or two go to bed early wake ten times in the night a series of cat naps over months leaves exhaustion as the the only end
the sublime suicide in slow emotion every crack in the fabric of less than earnest smiles defies the atonal arrangement of subtle surprise a tear in the hivemind of superfluous intersection an intervention in intention the invention of release a reprieve in the remorse laden survivor guilt of stained innocence
the trees grow in perfect lines the birds fly in impossible formation the fibonacci sequence seems vivid in the least likely spaces between thoughts as the world consumes my vision the stump struck by lightning bears warning for the forest the green of the leaves become fiery flashes red gold to brown on the shadowed […]
the last thing the world needs is another sappy piece of pedantic prose proclaiming the platitudes of love how many lines can be written about the way my heart skips a beat when you smile that secret smile of ours another stanza dedicated to the inherent joy of simply knowing you exist as a boon […]
sheered like a lamb for slaughter bathed in rose water like a virgin for sacrifice the sconce drips liquid flame onto the dusty stone of the pathway incandescent sapphires in sapphic delight into the bowels of the dungeon dragged deeper to be spit like meatgolems on the spear of destiny a lone dog howls from […]
i never meant to ever make you cry but i would be lying if i didn’t say my intent was to elicit some sort of primal response to crack the stone facade peer behind the illusion see what you could be by being you
the world eats the dead the young the old it doesn’t care just feasts famished belly pains insatiable while slowly spinning in predefined paths through a void that defines with out as well as with in is it any wonder the jackal stalks though the tall grass the snake slithers across the sands the dead […]
time dilates as the worldblood coagulates a thickening of sap as tree limbs explode in sequence with the bitter scent of autmunal decay the grim grin of death sweeps across the hills of childhood leaving a corpse in a copse of rotted leaves on the trails to memory lost
speeding down the road with no headlights cracked windshield no seat belts stereo on full blast bare tires wet asphalt hairpin curves your smile filling my mind head first into you nothing else for me to do but fall headlong into you yellow lines blur into one solid state of inebriated dysfunction lost in your […]
the stars maintain balance in the cosmos flickering to keep the sky alight but with every glance from you it all comes crashing down a black hole swirls in my chest an absence of light in an absence of you
(did you know how closely behind i followed your scent in my nostrils my heartbeat in my skull the random nature of chaotic order pulsing like fireflies in the night) unfurl the bloody rags of yesterday in which to sully the mist of disinterest (it was dark in the city you turned with no blinker […]
beware the thorn pierces the sole of the barefoot wanderer injecting itself into the very fiber of laconic belief foolish oaf brandishing the banter of wayward souls drifting along the banks of the stream in search of shelter the milky dew of infection drips down from cancerous sores yet still blistered feet carry the nomads […]
cast aside eyes of subtle devotion evocative orbs of slain lovers spread across the fields of glory like baubles from the vending machine of half lived declarations spent like brass shells strewn on the heartshit dagger of monstrous regret softly whispered virginal oaths rent from half formed vocal chords to bandy just under audible lucidity
she sits patiently the tip of her pink tongue showing between red lips with a hint of pearly white a smudge adorns her cheek charcoal on her finger tips as she carefully sketches out an idea in the face on the sheet the whorls of her fingerprints sculpt the details inherent in the imagined she […]
One of my favorite songs ever. It came on this morning and has been in my head all day. It feels sad yet hopeful. That sums up me most days. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do. This morning I woke to the best email, a contract for (un)poetic, my first collection of […]
she pointed happily in a state of permanent delusion at a sign inked in lenticular design refined by the subtle shading of ignorance defined by the absence of color broadcast in high definition directly into the hippocampus of the benign i just shrugged and went back to sleep sometimes delusion is contagious deep down knowing […]
standing in the rain with permanent keys to variable locks on a door that hums at a frequency reminiscent of the last spiralling arm of the universe in entropic dismay
there is no more bereft feeling no more hopeless sorrow no more barren land than that moment before bed when you look over at the emptiness that consumes you blow it a kiss then stare at the ceiling for hours on end a hand drawn out of order sign on the tilt a whirl of […]
i have never cried over spilled milk that said i have spilled milk that was the last straw on an already fragile holding it together then broken down until tears spilled into the milk on the floor
hidden in the middle of the outer edge of downtown near the heart of uptown lies a cemetery in the shadows of an ever growing city non-denominational with worn angels watching over illegible cracked stones it seems fitting as i sit peering through the spiked metal fence the sky decides to open up in a […]
