nightwish was my jam: a poem

Thumping base and opera, the talk of nomadic mystics on fire content to be shut out. Those fingers of timbre and rhythm reached through my chest and spread into my lungs. They planted seeds that grew into trees and filled me up. Included in the excluded, in the crazies and dreamers with passion eating them... Continue Reading →

The Perfect Shape for Possession: A Necromantic mini-scene

Sunlight fell across the bed, across his broken body. Despite what he had told his apprentice, what he and other necromancers and exorcists told their patients, no one truly recovered from a demon possession. Even if the demon didn’t burn and fight, even if it was docile and dormant, the place carved out when it... Continue Reading →

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