New Poem Published in Educe Journal

The second issue of Educe Journal has just been released and it features a poem of mine titled "Chloe." Educe is known for publishing queer literature, which is obviously usually written by those who identify as such, so it's an extra bonus that the editors were impressed enough with my work to publish it despite my "straight" status. I consider myself to be queer friendly in both my writing and my personal life, so it's an honor to be included in this publication.
If anyone is interested in purchasing either a digital or hard copy of this issue, here is the link:

http://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/417174

Sonnet of Samhain (mischief night version)

Here's the companion piece to my last post, as promised (which was published alongside it in the same journal). I played with this one a little more to give it a more modernized feel, whereas the other sonnet was "older" in its feel. This one still basically adheres to a Shakespearean sonnet form, but the iambic pentameter is purposely less perfect. I enjoy them both for different reasons...if anyone out there has a favorite, let me know in the comments!

SONNET OF SAMHAIN (mischief night version)

hey! let's pretend we're boogeymen again

in plastic, rubber, thrift store finds we've dressed

voorhees, krueger, myers—our chosen men

the masks we wear are spooky (fuck the rest)

we'll never be too old for tricks and treats

toilet-papered trees won't be easily stopped

our terror's in the hidden nooks of streets

ringing your bells and then avoiding cops 

costumes adorned with bile, blood, and grue

if candy rots our teeth then so be it,

the devil's sugar is our impish fuel

our classic scares will fill your pants with shit

world at our mercy, let's take back this night

not for the weak, a holiday with bite!

Sonnet of Samhain (traditional)

This little ditty was originally published in a journal called Synesthesia. There is also a companion sonnet that was published alongside this one. I will post that one up in a few days.

SONNET OF SAMHAIN (traditional)

this night we don the masks of those we've lost

such frightful flesh does tickle at our cheeks

the lines of blessed and damned have now been crossed

'tis goblins and sly demons that we seek

through trickery and guile we prevail

a sacrificial feast upon our plates

sweetmeats between our teeth so sick and stale

we dabble in divinity, not hate

where spirit and corporeal now meet

we dance under the black flames of the sky

don't dread the tiptoe tapping of our feet

the darkness will soon offer its goodbyes 

tomorrow we shan't regret what we've done

just wicked children yearning to have fun