Train to nowhere

Pumpernickel has a sweet bite. Shouting at songbirds in the pagan sky. Water lilies are an odd pond scum. On a dark night I can see forever. Hurry, I’ll be late for the train that is going to nowhere.

Voodoo by Mike Berger

I’m fascinated with voodoo though I’m not into zombies and the walking dead. Living gargoyles in such leave me totally cold. I often wonder what part of the human psyche conjure up werewolves and vampires. They seem to arise from dark corners where fantasy thrives I have a fascination in a special branch of voodoo. … More Voodoo by Mike Berger