Allen Masterson : Writing

The Resting Place of Loki

The Resting Place of Loki

A Poem by Allen Masterson


The Red Tide takes meTo the resting place of LokiTo drink the tainted seaOf a transient societyI fall sick with the yearsOf a pointless calendarWhich ..
Lighthouse and Lord's Prayer

Lighthouse and Lord's Prayer

A Poem by Allen Masterson


The ride began at duskSubtle scent of feminine muskSkin silkMother's milkPaisley skyPulsating hieroglyphsPainting a picture of an iris-coned godAbstra..
The Resolution

The Resolution

A Poem by Allen Masterson


An inverted season and another impromptu alibifor why I haven't quieted the mind to escapethe hiveDrudgery on a production lineto fertalize neurosisLo..
A Lonely Truth

A Lonely Truth

A Poem by Allen Masterson


In the pause of the true witching hourI see them at the gateSmiling faces with a mechanical depthMimicking comfort for my benefit while shedding envy ..
The Dust is in the Detail

The Dust is in the Detail

A Story by Allen Masterson


I've worked hard most of my adult life. I'm talking "fingers to the bone" type work. I've only had a few cushy jobs like; bank teller, suit salesman, ..
Cellhouse Brawl

Cellhouse Brawl

A Story by Allen Masterson


"Jay, you cool, man?""Yeah, I'm cool. I've been cool the whole time."The argument started in night cell one between me and my bunky, Jeff. We were bot..
The Hum (A prompt exercise)

The Hum (A prompt exercise)

A Story by Allen Masterson


This is a prompt exercise between myself and Playing in Traffic. The words for the prompt are: Athena, Ghetto, Narcolepsy
Liquor Reflection's Augury

Liquor Reflection's Augury

A Poem by Allen Masterson


I'm feeling bellicose at the bar.Bile rising as I reflect on violent actsin an intrepid, drunken state staring faithlesslyinto a liquor reflection's a..
A Series of R.E.M.

A Series of R.E.M.

A Poem by Allen Masterson


Overhead projections in the skyShowing slides of deja vuand tsetse fliesFloating on the sex of an amethyst nightClimaxThen drink the diamond dewOf an ..
Sparrows Know

Sparrows Know

A Poem by Allen Masterson


Knowing there is no love hereAnd being aloneIs a giftIs a sentenceFor the few who've brokenThe laws of conventional abominationPretenders promise reli..