Monday, May 25, 2009

"Don't move," he said,
in a voice that was
forty percent gravel and
sixty percent inert materials.

Donald E. Westlake
Somebody Owes Me Money

Monday, May 18, 2009

There was now only
the process of taking away.
He wondered if
it was like that with everyone,
and he decided that
it must be.
And he wondered how
they felt,
and reasoned that
they must feel
about as he.
That was all
there was to life:
a gift that was slowly
taken away from you.

Jim Thompson
Heed the Thunder

Monday, May 11, 2009

He cursed us in a low,
steady, monotonous voice,
ripping his words
off back-alley fences,
off privy walls.

Robert Bloch

Monday, May 4, 2009

The lights were coming on,
twinkling in Glendale,
flickering over Forest Lawn,
sparkling along San Fernando Road.
Los Angeles, that gaudy old
whore of a city was putting on
her jewels for a big night.

Robert Bloch
Shooting Star