You'd think that after closing a Hellmouth, things would settle down and be less weird. As it happens, you'd be wrong.

Based on a writing prompt, this poem forms around the word "kairos," the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement. Another imagined poem for Spike's reading in NFA. No profit made; no infringement intended. (From the "Undead Poems on Cocktail Napkins" series.)

Based on a prompt to write a drabble around an obscure word, this is Spike's sonnet-inspired poem in contemplation of the word "cicurate," to tame or reclaim from wildness or madness. One of a set of poems imagined for Spike's poetry reading in Not Fade Away. No profit made; no infringement intended. (From the "Undead Poems on Cocktail Napkins" series.)

Looking deep into the eyes of Janus, Ethan Rayne was more than ready to let chaos out to play its glorious and wicked game. Who better to share the disorder than his old frenemy Rupert Giles and his slayer?