A Tale from the Crypt

We found a jaw bone. Well, ‘found’ is a stretch. We actually dug it up. In a crypt. Along with some spine bones. There was this lone crypt standing all by itself in the middle of the woods near the Mill. The door was ajar so how could we not go in? The ground inside was covered with leaves and loose packed dirt so we naturally started digging to see if we could find a coffin. We did but it was so rotten we dug right through the top of it and sicovered the bones. The jaw had a bunch of teeth in it and one of them was gold-filled. We took it home but never figured out what to do with the gold. Eventually Ethel found it and made us put it back.

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Eric

Eric Jennings is a poet, an invocateur, an accidental yogi and he dabbles in patamysticism which is the spiritual branch of pataphysics.

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Eric Jennings

My name is Eric Jennings and this is one of my poetry and writing blogs. I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse and most of the work on this site is borne from those experiences.

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