In print anthology
My story “When I wished upon a star” has been published by Gestalt Media in their short story anthology entitled “Best of 2020”.
Back to back
Oh you, by the window- all metaphor and innuendo. Granny fists at the ready to cauliflower my ears, to pummel my donkey resoluteness. And I say Why Don’t You Make … Continue Reading Back to back
The return
In sleep, the slowing heart, the forgetful lungs speak of an unwanting… a stepping down, a recoiling and return.
The blush
When I was alive, you quickened in bright crimsons. When I was alive. (Image: Wasan Tita/Shutterstock)
Ray ban
Secret and silent- the cold crackle of air with soft sparkles of gamma. Opens my garage, changes my channels, excites the pocket monolith. Away I want, I think. Away. … Continue Reading Ray ban
2 line erotic
You wear the white cotton and those bobby socks. ~I’ll bring the scissors~
The folding of Cain Coven
Down a choked and muddy stream, through dense thickets, warrens, and vine curtains, lay the charmed coven of Cain. None knew it, as it was bound with a spell of … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven
In dreams, I reach
~It was a thing I feltin a faraway day- we were joined, unbesmirched,but the swirl of the world let fall that crystal egg into depths unredeemable. And now, in dreams, … Continue Reading In dreams, I reach
At night
A stranger that I know lies deeply in leafy mold. We speak by mumbles in opportune nights. He is always looking away to some mystery true and precious, but I … Continue Reading At night
Oh my…
~I walk the sunny block. As I round a corner, there are three young girls ahead of me. I wear dark glasses, a toque, coat and mitts. One girl looks … Continue Reading Oh my…
Hemoglobin
Bubbles are venous in the red river’s valleys- oxygenated. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/crystal_blair-16909546/ ]
Spring shall overcome
Bare of snow and ice we were In the winter’s dwindling days And we marked upon the calendar The season’s changing phase Eager things poked up their heads To … Continue Reading Spring shall overcome
In the wet of dream
In the wet of dreamshe rides on the rocking horse,gloves the mast of sleep. [Image: https://pixabay.com/users/ju_turner-12230830/ ]
Clippered
With slow regardI watch the lengthening of fingernails.~Grow out. Grow out~ ~Take with you the sour pain, this aura’s pollution~ Clipper you to the quick, I will, in foolish absolution. … Continue Reading Clippered
In dreams…
Wants a cigar-those wrapped leaves of browning fragrance.Wants a cold pint of draft-that swirling stew of barleyhops. Also, we think, a bleeding steak with spuds au gratin-not this cardboard fare-this … Continue Reading In dreams…
one touch
One touches me warm hands and scissors My eyes are of the fish of the cat Such tremble So simple *** image: https://pixabay.com/users/blueberrykings111-8249241/
