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Don’t speak in questions, my dear. It makes one think you don’t have any statements. And, after all, you don’t really need our approval. We know what you mean, without … Continue Reading ??
The story
Someday soon, by chance foreseen, I may be on the roadside, with shaky and doubtful thumb. Hoping to connect to anywhere. Fearing to squander the story that my Lord has … Continue Reading The story
Over-sensitive
Fresh red road stain and I don’t know who it was that bled out in sudden surprise seconds left of innocent life and that’s how it works, this sadness.
Always falling when you come calling
Slate grey bird high high up sails slowly and grandly skimming the underbellies of grumbling cloudbanks Pteranodon of today we think he summons the outliers of fabulous flocks- chortling geese … Continue Reading Always falling when you come calling
The Difference
Clarice awakes, but her dream abides. Don’t be offended when she speaks pleasantries, or not at all. What you might hear is only a placeholder for a short story of … Continue Reading The Difference
Billy’s Boots
Originally posted on Within A Forest Dark:
Rebirth of Cool, Mod and Skinhead Clothing, Dublin At night, Billy sits with Brother John and the guys at their WAR house in…
The spirit is willing
The ghost plans a jailbreak. Pinpricks of itch are felt in unscratchable places. Toothpicks to the temple- bookmarks of dying dreams. Figurative fingers squeeze the liver, now the spleen. The … Continue Reading The spirit is willing
Are you talking about that little girl that was murdered?
Leland, she was yours by accident of birth. But your stunted love sprouted to garish green jealousy. Control was all. Sully her so she’s no good for anyone. Then consort … Continue Reading Are you talking about that little girl that was murdered?
Poem up at Spillwords.com
Poisonous
Dismissible
The ones that speak softly, blushing their diffidence without fakery. Waiting out the loudness. First, sometimes last, to leave. Speak when spoken to, unless principles, passions arise. Uninteresting, dismissible, no … Continue Reading Dismissible
Caution to the winds
You spoke softly, your sentiments not seeking sympathy. I led you away from the table dancers, the wearers of lampshades. I could talk into the night. I think you are … Continue Reading Caution to the winds
Bad Laura
Oh God. Please. Not this day. The mossy ceiling fan slows, and blows the dark down the hall to my room. And I know he is coming again. I’ve named … Continue Reading Bad Laura
Carpe Diem
So. Not for a while now have I felt that I could point the way, suggest, show interest. So, let’s seize this day that’s given. Let’s walk by the water. … Continue Reading Carpe Diem
The Exile
Clarice walks above and below us. Lives in a dream, exiled from this plane by an unknown puppeteer. For her, great fears that would kill one of us, but high … Continue Reading The Exile
Afterword
Will you tell me, Father, what the sky looked like when the Angels fell? When one of power sowed the great discord. The First Lie. Kin against kin. Weapons in … Continue Reading Afterword
No gold this time..
Well, I did not win for author of the month on Spillwords, but to make the short list among so many writers was great!
