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Spread me like silk
At the forefront of mind
Look in my eyes
As I render you blind
~
So the salt of the sea
As it rages in me
Makes its white-fever way
To your taste gradually
~
With drained anticipation
Will you wait to be claimed
By passion’s finale
As with rhythm, it rained
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So that angels in waiting
Were like tears in your eyes
As I painted upon you
A pearlescent disguise?
~
Will a welcome home smile
In the midst of all this
From the pollen spring forth
And find life on your lips
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Would you like to be stained
My vile valentine
Would you like to be conquered
Would you like to be mine
~

© Alistair Cross

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Tamara Thorne’s tale of Halloween terror, Bad Things, is based on a childhood game she played as twilight stole the day away. She loved to sit on the swing in her backyard and watch as shadowed breezes swirled through bushes and flower beds. She imagined little creatures she called greenjacks cavorting and playing among the leaves and flowers, and pretended they watched her, too, giggling and whispering.  They weren’t evil, exactly, nor were they to be trusted.

Later, Tamara became entranced by the tales of green men and loved to go the museum and study English tapestries, always looking, often finding, the mysterious Green Man lurking among the trees. For Bad Things, she drew on folklore about this lusty earth elemental, from the Green Knight in Arthurian legend, to Greek satyrs, Robin Hood, and all other forms. She tooks those and made up her own green man, Big Jack. His minions are the greenjacks, and if you’re lucky – or unlucky – you just might see them, especially around Halloween. If you do, be very careful, because they know, and they will want you for their own.

Bad Things is the story of one such encounter.  It’s on sale now in all e-readers.

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BIG JACK

Winter cold, winter dreary

Winter leaves

No sap, no fool

Winter bones

No need to panic

Big Jack sleeps, the little ones too.

~

March buds, April flowers

May blood

So green, so new

Springs veins pump

And children panic

Big Jack wakes, the little ones too.

~

Summer heat, summer passion

Summer nights

So hot, so hungry

Dark desires

The children cower

Big Jack stands, the littles too.

~

Autumn red, autumn brittle

Autumn cravings

So harsh, so clear

Child, run

Before he gets you

Big Jack walks, the little ones, too.

~

Bad Things

~

Bad Things by Tamara Thorne

The Piper clan emigrated from Scotland and founded the town of Santo Verde, California. The Gothic Victorian estate built there has housed the family for generations, and has also become home to an ancient evil forever linked to the Piper name. . .

As a boy, Rick Piper discovered he had “the sight.” It was supposed to be a family myth, but Rick could see the greenjacks–the tiny mischievous demons who taunted him throughout his childhood–and who stole the soul of his twin brother Robin one Halloween night.

Now a widower with two children of his own, Rick has returned home to build a new life. He wants to believe the greenjacks don’t exist, that they were a figment of his own childish fears and the vicious torment he suffered at the hands of his brother. But he can still see and hear them, and they haven’t forgotten that Rick escaped them so long ago. And this time, they don’t just want Rick. This time they want his children. . .