The Password is


up the path, words taken back, habits reattached.


up the scroll, heart on the toll, paid in full.


just an internet person, not a real person, not anymore.


a previous window, a former format, an erstwhile conversation.


Hope floated, mistakes gloated, egos bloated.


Just as far as hope.

Dip into the seafoam and try to trap the bubbles in the webbing of my thumb.


to be kind. to find time. to hold kind rewind

Darkness Falls

Darkness falls

It always falls

Heavy on the house the lawn the car the kids the cook

Same time same way same shit each day

What’d ya do where’d ya go who’d ya see?

Where ya been who’s that who they?

That’s all you did you coulda done more

The walls the dishes the laundry the floor

Five years it’s been a hole

And you pathetic unemployed whore

Writing trash that no one reads

No one cares what no one sees

Darkness falls and darkness falls and darkness falls again

The end of day the end of light the end of life again

you wanna teach you wanna learn you can’t do

what you spent years to learn

you decided even tried it you almost died

but you didn’t



why can’t you

why can’t you just

do the goddamn thing you

went to school to learn you’re a waste

a drain a toilet sewer

you think you need more school

for what?

To teach retards?

Who needs school for that?

Just go to work and shove the kids in daycare

All my friends do

They have money golden honey decent houses

What do you do?

Follow dreams and golden fleece and bullshit no one needs

Your pills and booze and artist drools

Nobody gives a shit

Why do you give a shit

Because my dreams don’t die?

Because I try and fail and try and try

To keep sanity alive?

I make bad art I make good art I make art to survive

I’m just the cook I’m the nanny

Chauffeur for the drive

I shame you blame you hear but hate you

You’re not the judge of me

The cook does not require your assistance for this fire

The chauffeur needs not your input

For changing all four tires

Darkness falls and darkness falls and darkness falls again

Another night another sigh judging cook therein

Kiss my ass I dare you motherfucker

Need you not

I love you not

No affection left in me

You cannot bring yourself

To look me in the eye

Leave me leave us we don’t need you

All we need is light.

Panic Attack

I cannot think I cannot eat I cannot sleep I cannot breathe

I cannot breathe

What if they don’t accept me what is my backup plan what is my next backup plan what is my third backup plan

What if they won’t convert me how will I leave how will I pay how will I leave

What if he fights me how will I leave how will I pay I will never breathe

What if he loves me no more how will I live how will I breathe will I ever breathe

How can I breathe

I’m one in seven billion

How can I breathe

One in seven billion

Do I dare breathe

Do I dare be

Do I dare

So dumb so irrelevant so useless so small why is every thing so big why is every thing bigger than me am I smaller than everything

yet here i am

I am.

i am

I am not breathing but I am

I am.

Rising Tide


Come to me on the rising tide

Mother Moon, lead the way

Silver foam pointing home

A fortnight, as you say


Come to me on the rising tide

Father Sun, pull the strings

Crashing waves in my ears

Warm touch upon my skin


Come to me on the rising tide

A scene in my mind’s eye

Westward flight

Over night

They spoke to me in kind


Old child, within the rising tide

Is this the love you seek?

Look to the waves, into the dark

Is this your true peace?


The Moon spoke through the rising tide

Whispers in the foam

Follow the dunes, follow your heart

Time to forge a home of your own.


The Sun spoke over the rising tide

Caressed her arms with warmth

Live life now with a new child’s eyes

Write through the pain you’ve borne.


Whitecaps crashed on the rising tide

A fortnight passed in her mind

A vision of paper and pen in the night

Her heart poured forth all its time.


As any hope comes on the rising tide

As any peace rings in an ear

Few years remained for living her life

And fewer left living in fear.


She gazed across the rising tide

Ocean mist dusted her ears,

Her ankles, her legs, up to her hips

The rising tide swallowed her tears.

Copyright 2017 Shannon Cooper

Bish Heads

Super excited for the release of a new collection of short horror, Dirty Leaves, later this week! Until then, friends, enjoy this commentary on internet personalities.

Sung to the tune of Fish Heads

Fish heads, dish heads

Red and blueish wish heads

Eat lead, you’re dead

Eat them up, yum!

In the morning, flashy, dashy fish heads

In the evening, floating in her soup

One fish, two fish,

Pouting just for you, fish,

Bobbin up, bobbin down

Flashing for the goons

Have a conversation with a fish head

Shut it down with nothing to lose

Fishy, fleshy, no sense in their dish heads

Aiming in the barrel

Shakalaka BOOM!

Snapper, tapper, she’ll turn down for loose change

Trapper, capper,

She’ll turn up for booze

Fish heads, dish heads

Molly dolly bish heads

Begging for an offer

What you got to lose?

Easy, peasy, no sense in her g-string

Twirly, flurry, undercurrent run

Cheap trick, fleet trick, only one trick paycheck

One backseat ride

Eat’er up, yum!

On screen, tail swing, nothing else to see here

You get what you give here

Bottled answers

Algorithm done!



Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground 

Illustrations based on the song by The White Stripes 

Dead leaves and the dirty ground
when I know you’re not around
shiny tops and soda pops
when I hear your lips make a sound

Thirty notes in the mailbox
will tell you that I’m coming home
and I think I’m gonna stick around
for a while so you’re not alone

If you can hear a piano fall
you can hear me coming down the hall
if I could just hear your pretty voice
I don’t think I need to see at all

Soft hair and a velvet tongue
I want to give you what you give to me
and every breath that is in your lungs
is a tiny little gift to me

I didn’t feel so bad till the sun went down
then I come home
no one to wrap my arms around

Well any man with a microphone
can tell you what he loves the most
and you know why you love at all
if you’re thinking of the holy ghost

Copyright 2017 Shannon Cooper