Chad Lee Robinson

scab scratched off . . .
something under the skin
takes its first breath

— Chad Lee Robinson

waking up

from a chloroform nap . . .

snow on the poppies

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

full moon--
holding the voodoo doll 
closer to the flames 

— Chad Lee Robinson

the clown’s eyes sliding into place deadbolt

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

reading by its own 
pale light
little ghost 

— Chad Lee Robinson

solar eclipse

the scarecrow walking

in the farmer’s body

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

torn clouds 
impaled heads
mark the boundary 

— Chad Lee Robinson

lampshade a stretched tattoo

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

tender kernels
the scarecrow’s smile 
smeared with blood

— Chad Lee Robinson

graveyard gloom

the car’s camera senses

what I can’t

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

 midnight hush
the conjurer’s cauldron 
in sudden darkness 

— Chad Lee Robinson

sunrise clouds

a basket of body parts

hung out to drain

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

charging phantom 
the thousand cuts 
of a cold wind 

— Chad Lee Robinson

electrical storm . . .

night clouds flash

with clashing spells

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

premeditated 
the ravens arrive 
in their funeral feathers 

— Chad Lee Robinson 

asylum garden

the owl movements

of an old woman’s head

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

straight out of a slasher movie the autumn wind 

— Chad Lee Robinson

deep in the belly laugh of a chainsaw

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

snow in bark crevices--
a hidden owl 
calling to my ghosts 

— Chad Lee Robinson

unknown caller--

the eyes of the cat clock

back and forth

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

black henbane 
a wind chime 
of bird bones

— Chad Lee Robinson

candlelit walk

the inner sanctum

of crows

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

blood moon 
the shifting curtain 
of corn leaves

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

mushrooms a small door

— Chad Lee Robinson

scalpel

the trembling

of the violins

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

glitching lights
of the storage room--
clown faces

— Chad Lee Robinson

red sun rising . . .

the scarecrow

resumes his post

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

my son chases the ball into traffic a gust of leaves

— Chad Lee Robinson



moonbeams . . .
     the shifting particles 
          of a ghost

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

tolling bell no way out

— Chad Lee Robinson 

birthright a crow’s nest

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

the way into another skeleton key

— Chad Lee Robinson 

darkest depths moon . . .

the stare

of an owl

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

swarming moths . . .
the voice on the other end 
of a dead telephone

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

shadows creeping closer 
bundled cinnamon 
over the door 

— Chad Lee Robinson 

a spirit

has attached itself to me

cold autumn wind

— Chad Lee Robinson

Chad Lee Robinson

opening the coffin
for final adjustments . . .
a white moth

— Chad Lee Robinson

close lightning . . .

a clown doll

in the rocking chair

— Chad Lee Robinson