The house has many mouths. In each
one a sleeping-tongue. A bed to sit. To
wait the fall of foot. The jangling keys.
The opening mouth for a beast of beak.
Though this is no Christmas noise. No
bells, nor feet of elves. They are skele-
tons those rattling keys. Fleshless bones
that fill the hole. Undoes the boy behind
the jaw of door. And Mommy & Daddy
in the next room. They’ve no clue. But
you do. And who knew why the skin grew
cactus-like around you? You do. You, too.
When not slaying Sea-monsters, Falconhead uses Sea-monster’s blood to write poetry, short stories and plays. His work has appeared in The Red Line, The Rock River Review, Antiphon, FictionWeek Literary Review, Naugatuck River Review, Outside In Literary & Travel Magazine, Wilde Magazine, Poetry Potion, Foliate Oak Literary Magazine, Thick Jam, Meat for Tea, Poetica Magazine, Camas: The Nature of The West, Thin Air Magazine, Huesoloco Journal, Glitterwolf, Whistling Fire, Two Hawks Quarterly, Rock & Sling, Adanna Literary Journal, Deltona Howl, and Green Wind Press’s “Words Fly Away” Anthology, among others, and is forthcoming in several more publications. For his poem “Man-Made God or Poem In Which The Hypochondriac Gets His Way” Emerge Literary Journal awarded him “runner-up” in their 2014 poetry contest.
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