Category Archives: Feral

Pagan, Wiccan, Nature, Wild

Bottle of demon

(C) Copyright Sept 26, 2010 by 45 Mike There is a bottle a bottle made of glass. There is the wine odd without a skin. Pondering ages past when such wonders could never be. I recall the night that demon came to me. It was rainbow hued beautiful, as if it knew no sin. Red […]

Unknown Heart

(C) Copyright Sept. 25, 2010 by 45 Mike I dance to the beat of an unknown heart. her scent is as a secret meadow with flowers all abloom. Let us pick up the drum ring around a fire, sing and laugh and dance to the beat of an unknown heart. her fruit is as a […]

gag n tag

yep I know, I could chase her down tie her up and gag her rip her unders, bend her over and tag her. But I could not make her sit with me to watch a sunset Rub my neck or scratch my back. So, it’s not all about the groping and drilling it’s about the […]

mirage

tis but an illusion that gentle web of words written, as if sung within a dream. Song of tender lust fiery passion and the storm upon the wind. Scents of desire fantasy and venture. ahhh, tis but illusion no path exists the tempting oasis shimmers in the distance. A dream, yes my love a dream […]

voices

When the voices in my head quit talking to me, I figure they must have run off and are talking to other people. I’m really worried, because most of them are pretty naive, and I’m trying to teach them not to talk to strangers. Oh, and they tell pretty fantastic stories also, so don’t believe […]

water

and outside, the wind slings icy rivulets inside, it’s not the water it’s the wine then, it’s not the wine it’s the blood unless, it’s not the blood it’s the heart but, it’s not the heart it’s the bones except, it’s not the bones it’s the spirit and outside it’s not the spirit it’s the […]

Dead Head

(C) copyright 12-11-2010 by 45 mike I’m not listening to silence not listening to the roar. I’m listening to a single voice only mine forever more. I’m not shouting into silence not shouting to the roar. I’m shouting with a single voice only mine forever more. The wolf is curled up at my feet. The […]

That is NOT a blood groove!

That sword does NOT have a “blood groove”! That is not a “fuller” groove either. I know what it is, and you don’t, so pay attention. It is not a blood groove, the idea that the grooves along the length of a blade will make it easier to withdraw is simply ludicrous. The proposition that […]

Blender

I tried to put my life in a blender, like a shit sandwich milkshake. A bloody mess of battered flesh and excrement. Bones rattling like ice, while waiting for a chill margarita, watching the party roll on, waiting for your drink to come. It’s not a pretty thing, but it’s honest.

Deablo coffee cat

© Copyright March 11, 2007 by 45 Mike Later in the year 2000, Woof had grown into almost full size. I had taken him out to the front yard with Darlene, just to be outside for a while. As Darlene and I talked, a couple strolled by on the street with a dog they were […]