New Comic Coming Friday!(Deathnight of the Apocalypse)

As some of you might know, I enjoy drawing when I have time and I enjoy my sarcasm and humor the same way I like my coffee, dark and bitter. With that in mind I’ve drawn a shitty little cartoon up for your enjoyment and will be posting it every Friday. Remember, if you’re easily offended , shield your eyes, look away, go stick your head back under your rock. ❤


A thousand thanks to everyone who reads/follows my blog/poetry!


The Witch’s Bookshelf: Phantom Noise (Book Review)

The Witch’s Bookshelf: Phantom Noise by Brian Turner



Standing in aisle 16, the hammer and anchor aisle,

I bust a 50 pound box of double-headed nails

open by accident, their oily bright shanks

and diamond points like firing pins

from M-4s and M-16s.

In a steady stream

they pour onto the tile floor, constant as shells

falling south of Baghdad last night, where Bosch

kneeled under the chain guns of helicopters

stationed above, their tracer-fire a synaptic geometry

of light.

At dawn, when the shelling stops,

hundreds of bandages will not be enough.


“At Lowe’s Home Improvement Center”(excerpt), From Phantom Noise by Brian Turner


Phantom noise is Brian Turner’s second book of poetry. You can read my review of his first book (titled ‘Here, Bullet‘) here.

If ‘Here, Bullet’ was a portrait  of a soldier enwrapt in war, ‘Phantom Noise’ is one of the battle to disentangle ones self from war. In another words, it is a completely different book, something I always view as a bonus (no one wants to read the same thing over, and over again). At the same time it manages to retain his unique voice.

That being said, I found it a little difficult at first to adjust to the change, maybe it was because the center of the first poem throws you abruptly into his love life, something very distant and undealt with. Or perhaps it is because his first book was so stunningly beautiful that it made this one feel a little cold. The feeling didn’t last, as this book quickly gave me reasons to admire it in its own right. In fact the cold distance communicated the atmosphere change well.

There is a great deal of new ground covered in this book really, with some poems that are intensely political (‘Sleeping in Dick Cheney’s Bed’), and others that read as almost memoir/childhood summations (‘Homemade Napalm’, ‘Lucky Money’). The majority though stand as a monument to the ghosts that soldiers bring back from war, the scars that never really heal over.

I honestly hope you’ll check out this book, buy it if you like it, it’s worth every cent, just like the first one. At this point I might as well sign up for the life time fan club right?


Have you read any good books of poetry written by soldiers? Feel free to give me suggestions below!




Bodies just show up

On curbs

In alleys

On the packed Manila streets

Sometimes like mummies

Wrapped and all curled for a long sleep


“Drug pusher ako.”

“Salisi ako.”

“Human ako?”


There is wailing

A flip flop lays disconnected

Fingers curled

As loved ones hover and scream


“I’m a drug dealer.”

“I’m a pickpocket.”

“I’m a human?”


The Manila clouds are low

Over the occasionally torn bustle

History, is soaking into the earth

In blood and tears