New Orleans, Part II

May 19, 2019 ~ Piece, of the Sky

pet zombie abomination
sex magic party
zombie girlfriend
hot sex magic
voodoo and zombies
raising people from the dead
creating new life

the first alchemists
female scientists
youth, aging, and beauty
Bimini’s Fountain of Youth
came back wrong
Elixirs of Youth and national transmutation circles

can’t get something for nothing
can’t get life and eternal youth, without slaughter and death
the Philosopher’s Stone, made of blood
fire, blood, snakes and eggs
Baphomet
fiery sex magic transmutation circle
a circle of embers

chimeras in the attic
magic, alchemy and science
stem cells and chimeras
Circe’s lab
Minotaurs and Frankenstein monsters
corpse man

body farms in CA and TX
visiting freezers, in the morgue
population control meets infertility
genes and mutations
stitching together the perfect person
science experiments upstairs

blood and pancreas – givers of Eternal Youth
undying vampires
swamp house recluse
freshwater and saltwater healing pool
brackish resurrection water
ions and lightning
reanimated alligators

saltwater crocodile
awake after sleeping for two centuries
old age and new life
successful head transplants
dying at 146 years old
modern medicine

Modernist Dream

April 28, 2018May 20, 2018 ~ Piece, of the Sky

Nealy stood in the wood-paneled study, in her beige suit and red ascot. She poured a glass of wine from the glass decanter. Lightning illuminated the room, splitting the sky in two. The faint lamplight flickered across her face.

Alli sat in front of her, in a simple cashmere sweater and jeans. The rain raged outside, racing down the windows and pouring onto the balcony nearby.

The darkness pressed in on them, suffocating and urgent. All along the walls were tomes, ancient, leather-bound manuscripts, shrouded in dust, some of them written hundreds of years ago.

“There can be no future, without the past,” Nealy growled. Thunder snapped and cracked, in the distance. She poured a second glass for Alli. The scarlet liquid seemed to hover in the air, forever suspended in time, even as it flowed inevitably to its endpoint.

Alli stopped glancing around, and looked back at Nealy, her eyes flashing with a look that could have also cut the sky into pieces, “If that was the case, Nealy, then why did you leave me?”

The thunder grumbled in reply, rolling mindlessly, over the hills dotting the landscape.