Author Archives: Z.

About Z.

Poetic pipe and cigar enthusiast rifling through the haunted memories of a not so distant past while openly wrestling with faith and God. A rambling writer with the misguided notion that he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.

The Quiet and The Void

It’s been a little while since I last wrote, I know. I’ve been settling in the quiet of the creative space in my mind and concentrating on my project Hanford Ground Zero. It is a place dedicated solely to creative … Continue reading

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Unholy Water

It burns amber, Like embers, Cascading fire, Warming his body, But leaves unclean his soul. This holy water, Never makes him clean. Leaves him less than whole. Has shattered Every relationship He’s ever had. It leaves him Breathless Broken And … Continue reading

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A Funeral for Two

The dead beckon him. It’s the only reason he’s returned To walk the haunted grounds of his youth; To tread upon desecrated earth Where beneath the soil something evil stirs He’s come to bury his father, Along with the burning … Continue reading

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Go and Love

Strangers. Orphans. Widows. Prisoners. Refugees. Neighbors. Behold the face of God. Go therefore and love.

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Of Killer and Carnage

She stretches out a hand Looking to feel forever In the gentle brush of fingertips Against decaying skin. She finds beauty in carnage, In ruined corpses. In violent displays. In dividing the body against itself. Ever hungry, Ever feeding, But … Continue reading

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Lingering Ghost

The window, Fragile, Thin pane of glass, Mist curtained, And trembling, Stands between her And the ghost Who nightly rises From a shallow grave, A pit Cut into her heart. Pity, A soft sadness that weighs her soul. She knows … Continue reading

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Snowflake

You can smell it in the breeze. Screams. Blood. Fire. The aroma of despair, The scent of greed, The odor of selfish desire. Uneducated masses, Inbred and Sitting on their asses, Wallowing in filth, Whose answers Always involve a gun. … Continue reading

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