POETRY BY JUDSON MICHAEL AGLA Judson Michael Agla is an artist working in a lot of different mediums, like painting, drawing, sculpture, and writing in both poetry and flash fiction. His work has always leaned towards the macabre, and he’s been able to find a place for his voice in the horror genre. FOOTPRINTS I’ve been following the beast for days The footprints were getting fresher; I was close on its tail, I could smell it, a stench of death, lavender and gunpowder Me and my monkey found the fresh feces of the beast, it was here, I could hear the terra crackle under its feet, then its eyes, two bright yellow glowing eyes and fangs, white, shinning in the moonlight Death comes as a cool breeze, a friendly tap on the shoulder, a black raven watching, waiting for its meal. MY ENEMY IS RESTING I can hear breathing like calm ocean waves THE VINES HAVE STOPPED CREEPING The vines have stopped creeping, the walls won’t have them, and they bleed on the dead flowers that have lost their keeper, dust and rust are all that remains in this garden. I’d give my bones, my flesh and my crippled mind, just to see a single bud, a sparkle of color, but the bolt already flew and there are no other offerings because the vines have stopped creeping. |