20 10 / 2014

HOPE FOR THE DAMNED

Ghosts seldom show up nude,
And vampire suits cast no reflection;
From which facts you may conclude
That fabrics suffer resurrection,
And you’ll share night’s endless melancholy
With a favorite silk or cotton-poly.

— Carl Bettis

19 10 / 2014

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 292: Nerd Assembling a Bookcase (digital art)

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 292: Nerd Assembling a Bookcase (digital art)

18 10 / 2014

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 291: last wild strawberry (poem pic)

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 291: last wild strawberry (poem pic)

17 10 / 2014

carlbettis:

BLESSED DAMNATION

As a child I loved werewolves. Luna knows why.
Why, at least, the biped hybrids of those old films
where Creighton Chaney dragged his father’s name
across the set to pay for vodka. Still…
The cold fog seeps through my fur. I smell
wet leaves, hear the rabbit’s panicked heart.
Drunk with moon, savage fast and free. I don’t
have to smile. My rage is a curse, not sin.
I’m damned. I’m blessed. I’m here again.

— Carl Bettis

Accidentally posted this to the wrong personality. Twice. Need more coffee.

16 10 / 2014

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 289: Vegetative Philosophy (word art) - pencil on paper. Sorry for the crummy cellphone snapshot.

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 289: Vegetative Philosophy (word art) - pencil on paper. Sorry for the crummy cellphone snapshot.

15 10 / 2014

I’ve written the rough draft of a short horror story, “State of Nature.” I’m not posting it here because (a) I wrote it in longhand and don’t want to type it up right now, and (b) it’s a VERY rough draft.

15 10 / 2014

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 287: Professor Griswold (doodle)

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 287: Professor Griswold (doodle)

13 10 / 2014

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 286: Business Face (doodle)

I-Made-A-Thing-365 Day 286: Business Face (doodle)

12 10 / 2014

human resources

the predator has convinced
the prey to cherish its fat,
clean its fangs
"our teeth must gleam" they glow
"a cavity here could be fatal to all"
oh market god always bloating
let me not be purged
onto the island of trashed lives
on the dying sea let me
pull myself up
into your maw
let me be flesh of your flesh
take and eat oh mammon
i am broken for you

— Carl Bettis

11 10 / 2014

I wrote a Doctor Who themed limerick sequence, which I am only noting here, not posting, because it was a gift for somebody.