Ode to Benny Hill: Scooby Doo Chase Scene by matt miller If I were a rich man, Ya di da da da da da da
A Vampire’s Funeral by matt miller A funeral. Cold, misting rain extends its skeletal fingers past coats and hats and layers of clothing, down to
The Bath of Wife by matt miller Gingerly, tenderly, I bathe her, My wife. She is the Bath of Wife. I am careful not too
Modern Haiku by Matt Miller Strolling through the French Market In New Orleans, The smell of rotting human flesh wafted up into my nostrils.
Sunday Afternoon in a Southern Church By Matt Miller Sunday afternoon. A one-room church, wooden, old, partially dilapidated, but suitable. South Louisiana in the summertime.
Vampire Confessional By Matt Miller Darkness. Damp coolness. I am barely conscious. I cannot move. My will is not my own. My body melts into
Standard Literary Agent Response by Matt Miller Dear Author, Please forgive the informality of this stamped card, but we are going to send it anyway.