Late October The days grow short like the librarian's temper lamenting overdue books Clowns that kill are tame for Boiler City My memory banks hold much worse events Like a line from a Beach Boys song I was drinking all night Celebrating my second birth The escape from the Black Magic Necromancer Survival means endless... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: The Woods Outside the Boiler City Limits
Chilled beneath the shadow of the massive gloomy furnace factory building I trudge through the imperious woods Busting up broken branches disturbing decaying, dirty leaves Strange sounds molest my itchy ears A bug buzzes into my fleshy cheek A razor blade cut Blood Legends aren't real right? Ivy Stromer Black Magic Necromancer of Boiler City... Continue Reading →
THE ANGRY WORLD: An Event in Boiler City
I walked into the furnace, no one holding my clammy hand Solitary, a rat turd in a fancy sink At the front of the room, a box filled with rotting meat My enemy, my put upon protector, my mother Witches and warlocks sit in chairs on the perimeter A black mass instead of happy hour... Continue Reading →
