Some Words On

A place for the poetry of Phillip J Rhoades

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New stuff up on My Cute Zombie Girlfriend

https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B0BMNWC8J8

[howtophil]

We are vibrations, a complex song or, perhaps, just beautiful noise.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BV4JCSHG

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My Cute Zombie Girlfriend | Kindle Vella

I was at the mall when the whole

Another vella episode is up.

[howtophil]

Another episode of “My Cute Zombie Girlfriend” is up on KindleVella

https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/episode/B0BR4Q24X2

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My Cute Zombie Girlfriend

It’s just beginning and you can start reading on Kindle Vella now!

I was at the mall when the whole “end of the world by zombies” thing went down. I managed to make it out of the immediate crowds of people and hordes of undead. However, lucky for me, a cute undead girl, hungering for my heart… and the rest of my body… followed me. I’m keeping a journal of our love and you’re welcome to read it but keep your hands off my cute zombie girlfriend!

Kindle Vella: https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B0BMNWC8J8

[howtophil]

Do not wake me yet. Let me dream I am human for a time longer.

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Zombie Prom!

The novella is available in digital form on Amazon and Smashwords. The Print version is in the works :)

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08X3W17GT

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1070479

I’ve been locked in this closet for the last three days. Well, I like to think of it as I’ve locked them out of the closet, it makes it easier to accept living in a five-foot-by-nine-foot room. I’m just lucky the janitor liked to snack at work. The place had a decent stash of chips, soda, and beef jerky when I got here, although it’s starting to run out.

It’s quiet most of the time, just footsteps stumbling back and forth in the hallway on the other side of the door. Of course, sometimes, they start banging on the door. The meaty sound of their fists hitting the aluminum might go on for hours or just a few minutes. I’m not sure if they get some whiff of me or if they just bang on random doors for whatever registers as fun for them.

What’s their reason for rattling my door? Can they even have reasons for what they do? They’re dead. They’re dead and they’re still moving. There’s nothing about any of it that has anything to do with reason…

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Like a feral dog, I linger close to their fire but run from their hands.

[howtophil]

Now, I grow weary. The empty weight of nothing pressing down on me.

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Enough (senryu)

I’ve had enough death. So heavy in my footsteps, the lack of someone.

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Grief (senryu)

I don’t want to sleep because I will wake up and this will still be real.

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Capitalism != Democracy (senryu)

Capitalism is not even a cousin to Democracy.

[thesomewordson]

Caged

When the sky, ocean, and the forest have been caged is there still wildlife?

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Love - Not Love (senryu)

You kept me feeling always like you would leave me. That’s no way to love.

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Planting (senryu)

A garden, she says. It’s six feet long and six deep. What is she planting?

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Flowers (senryu/haiku)

The flowers are dry and the colors have faded but not in my mind.

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Here by Phillip J Rhoades

Nothing good ever happens here...

I wrote a new choose-your-path story today Each passage is a tanka poem.

“HERE” (Nothing Good Ever Happens Here!)

Desolate, hopeless, horror genre… in poetic form with a choose-your-path spin.

You live here, in a gray world where nothing good ever happens. Explore the desolate landscape, find mysteries and monsters, but never find a way to escape.

13 Dire Endings!

https://howtophil.itch.io/here