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Hobo Moon (2023)

Næht Mære
Lightning rips through the black midnight sky
 Revealing the moons mad, chaotic grin.
 Children awake in their beds
 Screaming for their mothers to come in.
 Rain taps upon the window
 Like some lunatic who begs to be let in.
 Thundering gods battle over earth
 As the devil begins to grin.

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Hobo Moon (2022)

Nightmare

After crawling through the muck and the mire, I collapsed on the muddy bank of the swamp gasping for breath. Suddenly the most frighteningly bizarre creature I had ever encountered approached me with a look of curiosity. I recognized it as my cartoon character Nightmare, created during a spell of the most ferocious writer’s block. Unlike my other characters, I knew very little about Nightmare other than its unpredictability, having been created during a bout of alcoholic depression and severe writer’s block, as I have mentioned. But something was telling me I was in a great deal of danger. I had to run.

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Hobo Moon (2022)

An excerpt from A Nightmare Come True!
Those hands that once pointed
    in every direction
Have failed to move since she gave it away,
And though the band is much too tight, 
He still wears it every day.  
It helps him to remember
   that moonless night.
That night he tried to make her stay. 
Losing himself in his own reflection,
He remembers the words that she used to say,
The sweet reverberation,
Trembling from her lips in exasperation.
Eyes lost in a distant fading memory,
Like fog dissipating 
     with the arrival of the day,
He stares at his watch,
Waiting,
For those hands, 
Hoping,
To continue, 
Stuck in the past,
Their ritualistic dance.
Those hands.