Murder Rape Assault Gang wars, child porn, prostitution, and drug abuse Marriage for money Divorce from cheating Wholesale sex on the World Wide Web Car bombs Human bombs Children screaming as they are dragged into a dirty white van Never to be seen again Holy wars Serial killers, wasting...
A Shallow finale…
I've never been a big fan of writing poetry that rhymes, but I thought I'd give it a go... plus all I have been posting is bloody shitty blog rants. A Shallow Finale With a blood curdling scream do I wake from my dream Trying not to embrace the darkness Clutching air to my chest do I lay...
Cattle Train
I wrote this on one of my last trips up to Seattle, I had to go(very begrudgingly I must add) 2-3 days a week on Amtrak for 6 months to cover after we lost an employee (never could find him) but the trip in most cases was bloody terrible, almost always late from an hour up to 3-4 hours. You try...
THAT GUY YOU HATED
A poem I wrote....2004 I think, I remember my son 3 going on 4 had gotten into his inquisitive stage, asking question after question about everything, and all things. It was that first night when this poem rushed through my mind, and reminded me of that one moment back in Ireland when I mused...
HOTEL GHOSTS
For some reason Hotels these days kind of creep me out, I'm always wondering who's been in here before me, what manner of virus did they leave behind are they still alive? or did fate catch them that foggy morning at the cross roads? HOTEL GHOSTS The semi darkness do I creep Ghost in tow begging...
Ache…
This was the last poem I wrote while leaving Seattle for the last time, My travels back, and forth were a burden on my body, yet I will not give up the experience on the whole, the visual, and audio stimulation's were well worth it in the end...one of the many experiences in life that defines who...
WHISPERS
Another Seattle train trip, another chance to sit, and think to much, haven't posted lately as the site has been getting a bit of a face lift Hope those of you that return often like it! WHISPERS They ache My bones of mortal weakness That silent clock creaking as winter comes The ache grows deeper...

chris
Writer of somewhat dark/realist poetry, prose, and fiction. Sometimes goes under the pen name Draco. Born in Liverpool, England I grew up in Sydney, Australia and traveled the world many times. I now resides in Oregon, USA.