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~XXI: The stepfather’s mouth said, “You’ve become a man when you can whip me.”
Ignorance of slain innocence. Lover’s hand, at
times, a stranger, madness in her eyes,
monkey brain, spiders in her hair.
HTTP://WORDWULF.COM/POETRY~Winterkill~When
I first saw her, I knew her name. She was too cold, too cold even to bleed. I
knew I had loved her long before I tasted, even before my child’s eyes could
see.
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~Spiders ‘n Snakes~chapter thirteen:The Killing Web~The bat gave a terrified
squeal as she hooked it with the mating claw of her front leg and sprang at Wulf.
She was much quicker than his horrified mind could assimilate. He was slipping
away, freefalling into a lunatic void. She wrapped herself around his head, the
stiffness of his filthy matted hair, the stinking scent of her spider musk
assailing him. He howled at her and into her as she shoved the struggling and
bleeding bat into his mouth.
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~Crooked Little Girl~drove her crooked car out into the desert underneath the
stars. Daddy called her princess, Momma called her pie, Preacher called her
darlin’, taught her how to fly. ~WordWulf~
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~Slow Train~We goin’ to hell on
a slow train rollin’, brakes on fire on a downhill slide. All we know when the
trip is over, little girl come along for the ride.
http://WORDWULF.com/SONGS ~No Guts/No Glory~Got my motor
runnin’, high road to hell. Screamin’ like a banshee when the bottom broke and
fell. Caught sight the devil, laid back, belly full, took ahold his tail quick
and gave it a pull~
http://WORDWULF.com/PHILOSOPHY ~Destroyer~You don’t have to see the mountain to be the mountain nor
touch the sky to prove you are a necessary conqueror. ~WordWulf~
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~XX: Corpses never rise, in fact. Birds have some knowledge of heaven. It is in
their eyes. Slaves to flight, slaughtered on the man ground,
Tom Sterner is a writer. He lives in Redding, California and Arvada, Colorado with wife Kathy. He has been published in numerous magazines and on the internet, including Howling Dog Press/Omega, Skyline Literary Review, The Storyteller, and Flashquake. His internet pseudonym is WordWulf. A native of Colorado and proud father of five children and a stepdaughter, he also writes lyrics, sings and composes music with his sons. He is winner of the Marija Cerjak Award for Avant-Garde/Experimental Writing and was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2006 and 2008. Published work includes two novels, Madman Chronicles: The Warrior and Momma’s Rain.