As My Tears Run Red

This is the awesome book trailer for the upcoming horror anthology I will be part of entitled, The Terror at Miskatonic Falls from Shroud Publishing . (Picture is a rough sketch of the cover, being worked on by Steven Gilberts)

I just found out that one of my works, Light of Day has been published in the newly launched online magazine The World of Myth  and a second poem His Legend Secure is published in a sister publication, the Realm of Horrotica . Swing by and check out that and all of the other great works inside.

The first five editions of the Jersey Devil Bottle Collection Project that I have been working on are finally listed at my Etsy page . The idea of this project is a bit unique, providing a way to recycle and clean the Pine Barrons at Leeds Point and promote the history of the land. I am sure most everyone has heard of the Jersey Devil, the winged creature that has been tormenting the Garden State and the Pine Barrons for almost Three centuries. This line of OOAK bottles was created to pay homage to this mysterious creature. Each bottle that is used as the base material of the sculpture has been discovered and rescued from Leeds Point, where in 1735 Mother Leeds gave birth to a 13th child, the famed Jersey Devil that escaped into the fabric of of Americana.

The raven sits on the corner Devouring flesh Removing sins long forgotten Embracing the world within its eyes A spiral tunnel filled wth red Streams of life cascade down the cliff The hopes of man die Fading inside a mind void of passion Craving only a heart blackened by night Blood stains the sidewalk Scarlet tears left by those lost Left by the victims of deceit Lovely death so pure A dark heart set free The savior moves on Another sacrifice complete

Something a bit different from me, written as part of a gift for my mother who was visiting this weekend. Somewhere beyond the vast horizon Across the violent seas or outside the Heavens above I take comfort in knowing you will be there For years, your presence was taken for granted Yet, behind the scenes you were there Waiting quietly with heartfelt love Simple feelings held deep within the meaning of a single word Within a life meant to shape everything known Everything that could be Within a Mother As the world outside changes and unseen enemies rise As families, grow older and distant phone calls become commonplace You persist steadfast and resolute Continuing to Shape the future generations as you have shaped your children And now continue to help shape your grandchildren Therefore in my heart and in the hearts of all you have touched By that cherished name you will endure You will forever be my and our Mother