When the clouds that you knew Once painted a royal hue Fade to crooked swirls Of smoky alabaster A baneful black cat Emerges from the dark Eyes piercing like twin daggers Whiskers arched It slinks beneath a ladder--in pursuit You run. Faces pass you, the world's a blur Try to escape it, attempt to evade it Without getting hurt By its black magic treachery, Its forthcoming tragedy Then you hear the sharp noise Of broken glass all around In avoiding the hellcat, you knocked A woman's compact mi...

In my dreams There I live A thousand lives A day Living in this one Revealed the past In a most disconcerting way I'll never forget it At once real and chimeric Unfettered by this pen Come then Let me tell you It was in old days gone by In China's Shanghai He and I were together Just as we are today But enacting evil was our stock in trade Upscale assassins we were, paid To impede lives from living In this, my forgotten memory He in his tophat Me riding his coattails In a bright scarlet dress...

Overcast and dreary, through the mists of paranoia That you summon with your spite Your withered, tired hands seek me out To drain me of my will, and satiate your vampiristic mind Transmute the joyous rain into a desperate drought Your words...like threads of razor... Gripping, grating, gashing, grinding...into my thoughts I'm a slut? Now, you know that's far from being true. You merely try to find fault in she who's so much fairer than you. You're a blight in my world And I, a villain in you...

Hera sat at a small oak table accompanied by her white-robed sister, Hestia. “Oh sweetie, it’ll be alright. You did the right thing,” said Hestia trying to comfort her distraught sister. “I know, I know. But I still worry about the children. I don’t want them to think I left because of them,” said Hera getting a bit misty-eyed. “Oh, I’m sure they don’t think that at all,” Hestia reassured her and then turned to call out to their sister Demeter, who had been in her room for over a half hour. “...

Downstairs, Zeus walked down the long, torch-lit hallway and knocked on the cobblestone bathroom door. “Uh, Hekate? You, uh...you open up in there ” Zeus attempted to sound authoritative. “Why bother?” came the disinterested response from behind the door. “Hekate, are you cutting yourself?” Zeus asked. “...Yes,” came Hekate’s response after a brief pause. “Well, er...stop that ” Zeus then sighed and in a flash of lightning appeared in the bathroom with Hekate. She sat on the edge of the black...

“Oh Crap.” Zeus thought, “My wife just left me.” He didn’t quite know what to do, so he just stood there in the corridor before finally walking down to the living room. It didn’t take long before he had company in the form of Dionysus, resident crackhead and “recovering” alcoholic of the Olympian Gods. “Ugh. I have such a hangover. Last night’s -HIC- rave was so intense Hey Dad, haven’t seen you in like a century, s’up?” Zeus just asked, “Huh?” He wasn’t hip to his children’s newfangled lingo...

Hera stood alone in the white marble and gold halls of Olympus, poised for a confrontation with her no-good husband, this was the fifth decade he’d missed her birthday dinner and she was pissed. Just because he was the ruler of Olympus didn’t give him the right to go traipsing around with every Pandora, Cyane and Megara that came his way. Just then, Zeus walked in, interrupting Hera’s festering thoughts of resentment for the moment. “Hi honey, I’m home ” said the King of the Gods, blissful a...