Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions
onyx paperweight presses the hope of pages before the swift wind
wisteria climbs wraps and gnarls around itself only to flower
the mellow of bull under the azure of sky as estoque settles
I don't use words Like innocence Or guilt Blame or justice They're not for me ...
It's just too much science. Too much to keep track of. Half of it doesn't make sense anyway.
Spoken like a true layperson.
Well, it's true! Take the lowly wormhole. Now they've elevated it to some kind of super-science time-travel mumbojumbo. A wormhole! ...
Oh Miss Mary Mack Why you all dressed in black The day is young Your tale's not yet spun Yet here you are ...
I do though. I want to know her witchcraft. Her neopagan scene. I want to stand alter-side before the rocks and sky, watch her summon the threatening wind, worship in her church not built by man, b...
I heard he's a bit of a deviant too.
I've heard that as well. No proof though. Probably just stories made up by jealous suitors of the women he's been with. But I will say, mind you, it's strange...
A bit of a divvy, they call him. Not sure how he packs all that knowledge in that scruffy head, but he knows his stuff alright. A real savant.
But only when it comes to antiques. They say his lov...
Skirmish Mchayes always dressed for the fight that never happens
long play taffeta held for special occasions skips less than vinyl
rooks make better pies ask any blackbird they'll say rooks make better pies
It's just a little pea shooter. Keeps it in his cummerbund. Over dressed sanctimonious low life. Careful though, it'll sting, and depending on where he hits you, it could hurt, alot, like in the e...
She's like a particularly potent masala, truly exotic, and intoxicating. She defies being just sweetly aromatic, or a simple heady pungence. She is a complex flavor profile with spicy notes lurkin...
Picture this, the old Saying goes A man, It goes on, Living a suburban life ...
Lou, we're trapped in a prism.
Don't say it.
But... ...
docking in the port of independence can be a tricky maneuver
incremental navigation ...
Hamartia, Hamartia, Hamartia!
With that, the fed-up sister ran off to her room. It was hard being the middle child. Never being first at anything like Hamartia always was. Never being coddled and...
A man stands alone Proud defiant ready He's prepared Let's call him Coleman He's in the spotlight ...
A beauty I thought So I brought it home A bushy mandevilla Bloomy with promises We wrestled a bit ...
my marching orders are clear; step lively with cheer patriot of the heart
Sometimes I set the controls For the heart of nostalgia I lose myself On the journey ...
Priscilla's new line of Barely There apparel included the return of the stole, a shoulder wrap worn with pride by ladies of distinction, and wealth. The Scintilla. Cries of mink, and chinchilla, w...
Billie Jo's bridge They called it High up Over muddy waters On a clear day ...
A scream into space Is but the makings of a noise The mere notion of a sound A boundless vibration Endlessly ...
A moment suggests transience. An ephemeral state, a liminal place of brief awakening between past and future. A moment serves its own purpose. And this awareness of itself, in this moment's notice...
Poetic intention If there is Such a thing Is often disguised As a vagary ...
Ew, your starscape is lining up all wrong.
My what?
It's like a horoscope but closer to a biorhythm. ...
bamboo stalks green straight tea kettle centered matted missing one guru
There are more things in your cosmology, Horatio than vodka and juice
looking back at all the nuts this family tree ever dropped It appears I'm the only one with enough guts to say it's never stopped ...
Something thrives In this space this Acrimonious departure From everything normal Like the wonder, the beauty ...
In tandem we find quantum fluctuations acquiring symmetry across space, across time there is a unison found ...
though plain or layered a poem is a vortex a single shot, spun
In this room fiefdom becomes realm and ruler I am not
with spare parries ...
Charging into the room, he cried, what great susurrus is this?
The conspirators, siezing their chance, lunged at the now exposed despot.
Without his body guards, they rallied. And so the great chase began, ending at the town corral in a legendary shootout. ...
I've debunked your theory, Alfred. Life on earth didn't evolve on its own. You see, there's a fly in your primordial soup.
didn't say anything to my former self about how i got here
hearts of fire on sale prices slashed one day only get them while they last
I look forward to when empty becomes hungry then it's time to write
Like a 70s disaster movie A nuclear winter had begun Weapons of unimaginable power Changed the face of earth Fools thriving on pride ...
Ship shape, toute suite. Let's move it, people!
Oh, what a taskmaster. Give us five second's rest. Honestly just five seconds. Would it kill them?
Yeah. I voted for her, but I didn't think it would be like this. She was always on the ball, you know? ...
France has a saying so profound it's etched in cork C'est: mis en bouteille
There's a kind of sand Consisting of the same properties As what you'd find at the beach An ocean of tiny particles Packed so closely together ...
They were all fragments, pieces of pictures torn, papers twisted and ripped, their meanings attacked, defaced; but he heard them still, tiny voices he needed to lose, to drown, to push so far away ...
even the finest hair scrapes against the sunburnt skin finesse is not less perhaps abstinence is key when fun becomes misery ...
Images of height fill me Of scale and import I dream in measured Incongruities At times I feel surrounded ...
It's such a small thing A bit of an ask Not that I should tell you What is or isn't In fact ...
Industrious maybe, but I wouldn't say luminous. That's a quality of light.
Like saturation?
Yes. Although luminous can mean "stands out," but you need to be recognized for whatever you're standing out for in order to be considered luminous. ...
there was a time when to mourn was a relief a release more than just a gentle sigh ...
Fresh mints slip from newly torn wrappers thumbed out among the group they're all the same no shortest straw here ...
Midnight calls around again Curtains undrawn rooftops Bathed in darkness yet Somehow alight I turn, toss ...
I turned circles in the shower, emulating the rain, the spray splatter feeling and all its increments toward soaking, with joy, abandonment, myself outside me, the speaker with no words, spinning ...
Bridges hide something Something essential I just can't name From here to there I get that much ...
Down the Caernarvon Road There's shops there For second-hand wear That'll take you in Indulge you in someone else's sin ...
And unto this day a daughter is born.
Manny's feet never touched the ground. Not for hours. Some say years.
A baby girl. His first. Fated to be his only, not that he would stop trying. For by degrees, not suddenly, the same strange magic that brought him here, turned dark. ...
narcissus poeticus innocent optimism one wraps the other memory's spirits in bloom so early sprung, so long gone ...
There once was a bubbling spring Nature's gift They used to bring buckets Bottles, jars, hands to mouth The water was clear ...
We had talked about lifestyle changes, the doctor said. I'm sorry but the damage has been sustained for too long.
How long I got left?
Six months, a year? Hard to tell. ...
Softly spun song of lies, meant to draw in, then to prise, to keep disguised, let no one know the truth within, the starving light, the withdrawn shame, that double-edged shard of animosity, of ha...
Back in the day, am I right?
Whacha mean?
When I was a kid, the world was all sunshine and possibility. Now it's all dark and you can see the wall they're building. We had progress, day glo colors, double knit suits, and anyone could become president. Guess that last part's still true. ...
It feels so real it almost tingles There's an extra heart beat Syncing up with mine Something's not the same A ripple, perhaps ...
Watch him. He's going to swan.
Swan?
Yes. It's his thing. Too much drama growing up, I think. ...
Oh you wee little strait I see you there We all do Yes you're wee but also mighty Slip of a thing, really ...
Morning shade creeps To afternoon sun Full on with no relief Patio containers Of vulnerable tenderlings ...
He looked down on the beautiful walnut burl, the patina of aged wood once assembled into a writing desk. A tear began to form in the corner of his left eye. He only wanted a bargain. Just for firew...
Geoffrey's new oversized couch was a monster. It could swallow you whole. Sheila, his date, struggled to right herself in it.
This is great, eh? Super comfy.
Not so much maybe. ...
Hello little sunbeam Come to brighten my morning You slip past my curtains To reclaim me From the land of dreams ...
Little things remind me Of a life left behind Not of choice but force; And that reminds me Some things aren't worth ...
They look at me and say Why are you absent again today If only they could see All the things I get to be Even just some of the places ...
Ok, we have your buddy on the line now. 30 seconds to discuss!
Ready.
That was fast. ...
An android staggers down a rain slickened alley, its cortisol levels peaked. A street light at the end of the alley flickers out as the whisper of a silenced pistol hits home. Vision doubled, it t...
Pools of brine Little more than puddles Waiting on the tide To rinse and fill Settle again ...
There are 139 steps. That's about one hundred more than i need. I go up. I go down. Under heavy branches that smell like Christmas. And alternately through a crispness that blanches. I am a child. ...
No, you're not protective your possessive. Maybe protective of your own things, your own possessions, but she's not a thing, and you don't own her. She's got two eyes and she's going to see for h...
Bartleby program's not working again.
What happened?
Nothing happened. Kinda the point. Just ignores any commands. ...
flowers bloomscrolling mood EastCoastKin photography nature petalpower magnolia bedewed
She needed help, divine inspiration. Downtown bohemian chic or midtown luxury. Cafes and bookstores with fire escape writes, or the latest fashions with dinner dates and romantic escapes. Anywhere ...
Would this hand not wilt At the touch to your face Lovely behind compare Could this appendage bear To frame the asymmetry ...
No, despite how it sounds, they're nudibranch, a species of sea slug. Which is exactly why this is suspicious. Why would a beer filled tin, sitting in a vegetable garden, at the base of an inland ...
In the end, there were no winners nuclear winter sheltered us all an ice planet seen from afar perhaps more desirable? the earth provides, man decides ...
Poaching is when predator becomes murderer, hands dirtied with the blood of protected innocence. The lowest form of predation, it acts surreptitiously, not out of instinct but from greed. The lowe...
In the backyard, George's parents were grilling, along with his younger sister and older brother. George was generally not missed and after watching The Sound of Music alone, decided they all need...
I knew it would be toxic, even from the way the phone rang. Used to it, I guess. This time could be dealt with, without my own anger, without me yelling, talking over, shouting down, insisting tha...
This cabin is awesome!
Well it's not much but it'll do.
What? It's perfect! Very Autumn. Porch, fireplace, freaking loft with a four poster! You don't see that every day. ...
The pinnacled cone of light gave no relief to the sweating face under it. All it revealed was a frightened yet defiant moxy, up to the detective's grilling. After release, the interrogation scene ...
"Narwhal, narwhal Swimming in the O-shun"
She has no idea what it means. A childish song, fun and funny in its imagery. But for him, it's a hand reached deep down to the dark place he's pushed himself. The lightness of her repeated notes, the innocence of her tender age. Transforming. ...
Almost everyone left town after the cave-in. The mine, declared unsafe, filled with sea water, and sheered off along unpredictable fractures after the explosion. Some still wait for husbands and so...
how does one walk, talk its way into existence whose foundling furrowed eyes first landed on the physique form given rise through unexplained ...
down to the marrow the real meat of the matter exchange can begin
Oh, you spicy pickled pepper, come over here and pucker up.
Jana's alliterative come-on did tickle the furtive fancy of her future beau, and with a quick flip of the lip, homed-in like a missile ...
corks that hold bottled high spirits tight ancient gods who strum up mischief between these two lies me and you and from each, my dear, we take our cue to each, my love, we give our due ...
pebbles on shores of distant reach soothing stones of lives remembered, a dream a twilight folding two worlds in one an ache in her core, a split, a tear and a semblance of fear ...
I won't cry break down or die I'm stronger than that and my heart knows how to love I've been a lot of things not all I would remember ...
a show of strength on what endangers least lays bare the coward
All signs point toward stormy weather. I get to prognosticate because I'm the only one who knows her signs. The sudden chill, the eery placidity, a sort of thunder building somewhere unplaceable bu...
feathered dinosaurs learning to fly took them years but mutate they did
protest songs abound red doors painted with black joy pink wants to party
last line of defense devilish details persist clean break, losses cut
Velocity tearing Wingspan shearing dive Into immortality
The greatest of nectars ...
Dude, you caught an anglerfish.
Look at it! So freaky!
They're supposed to be deep sea creatures, not hanging out in the bay. I wonder what caused this little guy... ...
A single red balloon lofting down the street, haphazard, capricious as the wind. It could be the opening scene in a movie, or more sadly, an ending scene. There's a different power in each. But i...
In Barnes and Noble she fashioned a scythe From a plastic fork in the café She needed no prompting And showed no hesitation Clear and deliberate creativity ...
sunlight dialogue is nature's steadfast guidance inwardly turned on
I painted the colors of the morning sky. Brush strokes of cadmium red and dioxazine purple, jagged palette knife smears of hansa yellow. It's violent on the canvas, but you gotta make do with what...
He called it a wraith, waiting in the corner of his room. Then again in rec.
Sure better than the banshee Eleven saw last week!
Seriously, he's scared. He says the darkness wants him. That's all he'll say, "They sent the wraith for me." ...
The familial matrix which spawned the three of us also shaped our proclivities. One's nature was not the others'. The twins were both bent on a vengeance without origin, and I in either preventing...
Fruit, ladies! Get your fresh fruit.
His words were on repeat. Every syllable, every infection. His stand had the reddest apples, the most orange oranges. Too shy, Sydney's passion ran just hot ...
A mother holds her child loose not with force but with light through the growing of the night
A cloud slips past the pale bright moon ...
Water stirred swirls Clear water allows for transparency In its swirl
Dirty water conceals ...
It's so under rated. A good night's sleep is huge.
We shouldn't even have school tomorrow.
He knows what that means. From the glow of her iPad, she wants to stay up late. He knows what the morning will be like. ...
She called them balustrades I winced, knowing I'd never have thought that railings, I suppose, spindles at best But she knew She knows the word for the light ...
immunity rhymes with disingenuity one often leading to the other for they say there's a problem with ultimate power and those on the flip side of that echelon ...
And he shall be called Hiraeth.
What's that then?
Hiraeth. It's Welsh, means deep longing. ...
Johnson swept the area. Only casualties. He radioed back. Moving ahead. In the stairwell, a flash of blue. He moved slow. The day was hot and he was dripping, finger loose over the trigger. He nee...
This clock in the hall Chiming regular chimes On hours, half and quarter past Is the bright sentry of time The here the now ...
The agent blinked twice. The sign that he understood. Bound and gagged, he couldn't twist or turn. And he had as yet no idea how his diabolical nemesis intended to do him in. With each blink he sli...
I hear your bias and I'll raise you another this kind of thing we can do all night ...
This too will dissolve, the gypsy said. A lark. Renee didn't believe in prophecy, but she was unsettled none the less. Outside the tent, the carnival rambled on, raucous and full of smells, from f...
To all the moms whose presence is still felt
The giant wanted to grind them bones, make his bread. But his heavy handed methods might not work on actually firing neurons.
Jack was full of himself. He didn't take into account the sheer physi...
Oh no, this eclipses that, Junior. By a megamile. You ain't even in the right time zone.
Yeah? Well, we'll see when a hundred man army of flame throwers takes on your zombie horde and crisps them...
Robin's fight with Laura was serious. She even said that was it. So he hit the bar outside of town to blow off steam. Texas summers are hot and he was sizzling, inside and out. The stranger scratch...
You can't fake facts like you can feelings. Facts are the genuine article. Period.
Have you read the news lately?
The fake news? I refuse. ...
What's that one from?
Those? He looks at his knuckles. They're the ones I'm proudest of.
They look rough. ...
years away in lands ago
There lies a sudden pallor Behind her eyes A quality of light That's just not there ...
now now close your eyes hush and dreams will float you by once when the moon was full bright eyes did still away the fronds of thought and so shall you when all the said is done and through this al...
Spandau Ballet wrote a song I know this much is true What I didn't know was It would be playing The day I met you ...
I got a heart full of sutures micro cracks and schisms galore it must look like a slinky toy and a velveteen Frankenstein had a love child ...
Susie moved to the sound of her own drummer. She'd been called different before, and that was a banner she flew high. She drove too fast, talked circles around circles, and smiled at everyone every...
Johnny's bashful ways left him time and again on the sideline watching life play past. He would say it was true, life moves pretty fast, but he preferred a slower approach. Then he met Sue. Super ...
I could trace our route into the past. I was the only one with the memories to do it. Data points plotted, that's all it amounted to. A time map. But that's not what scared me. And not the unteste...
What river runs Dappled, delirious In constant flow That doesn't tribute Its source ...
All movement, ever Corresponds to consecutive niches in time They can be strung out and repeated Through memory's lens At any time of day or night ...
Ella G, you get over here right now.
Aw, Ma.
Get your scrawny butt over here and leave that boy alone. ...
especially beware especially take care of the selfish men who would diminish heart and soul to gain it all, pieces of silver ...
Vellichor reigns in confines Tight An aisle, a chair A heady mist of possibility Swirling, tempting ...
"So you guys are the word police. I've heard stories but have never seen you. I don't know anyone who ever has. And now you're here. You're real. How selcouth."
"This one checks out, Lenny. Let's...
It came from the water, they said. Our team was called in. We had all the equipment. We'd get to the bottom of it. And we did. But there was nothing to be found. An old lake was drained and there ...
Stuffed Islands of Greed The last play to be performed In the now defunct Theater of the Absurd v2.3 ...
Through the lens of time Her insensitivity became A form of echolalia
Reverberating ...
hearts tire over distances of time over differences of place and will not release without leaving a trace where yearning once lived cast hammered and twisted hot ...
Instant karma's a real thing. You see it in parking lots and high school halls. You see it in chameleons and police. Everywhere it seems. But it's got a second trick. Not so obvious as the first. ...
What on earth?
Joey looked up at his mommy. His chocolate smile did not dazzle.
Oh you did it now, young man. Time to wash up! ...
Nirvana is the goal Gotta get there Gotta make do Break on through To the other side ...
We are tied You and me Along adjacent planes We climb To stand ...
What I seek, intrinsically Is always the same No matter what it is Or how presumptuous Or frivolous ...
No, it's brand new. Still sparkles, look.
He hands the ring over the counter.
It's shiny for sure. But can't you see the tears on it? There, and there? ...
Nana pulled her shawl up. The air was warm in the attic, but she wore the shawl everywhere. Georgie opened the trunk and began lifting things out. Nana said something about each. As he held up a wh...
there is a whisper falling along this line of light from dusk's settling and on into night ...
conversion change reversion change back version all for one
I cannot lie Honestly, I can't Not without bad things happening as you can see ...
she sat in fury soggy toast politics unspreadable yet doing just that cold flame fire ...
Jenny tossed aside the bi-monthly newsletter thinking it a waste of natural resources. Someone would come by and collect her office bin and that would be that. And it would be that if that newslet...
Her soul protest Would have been defiance Had she let it out
He scoured the website page by page, link by link. He was looking for anything that might lead him to her. She'd been missing for a week. An eternally frayed week. If she needed him, he needed to ...
It's a toss up today, as it would be on any given day, but right now, favorite lyrics:
"How charade you are." - Pink Floyd ...
The newly dead don't decompose anymore. They linger. And if they can, they roam. We've had cases of roamers in our town recently. Sheriff has to round them up and return them. They don't actually ...
Once we moved out, the neighbors fought the flames we left behind. I pictured them watching the rear-end of our faux paneled station wagon jaunt its merry way down the road. If it wasn't the earlie...
Back in the late 80s, we used to tool around NE Philly. The Roosevelt Mall was a favorite haunt. Most of that time we just drove with music up loud. My buddy, funny little guy, would come up with t...
Moving into a new house should be exciting, right? Full of smiles and visions of a future perfect plan? Sure, the weight of maintenance and repair is high, but surely it's balanced by an imprimatu...
reverse engineering garden of stone ends in pebbles
Kookaburra climbs into flight Laughing at the unseen stream Where a sharp trajectory becomes more than it seems A glimmer, a glint, fast into the light Prompts madcap peals for no reason at all ...
riots of color bombs of blooms nature's promotion
against the will in crimson clouds the blush did bloom
This is not the time, Louie, and this is not the place. You're out of line and you should be ashamed. Say you're sorry. He's sorry, ma'am. He forgets even himself sometimes. I'll see to him person...
The cost of sin is death, they say. What they don't say is what death is like, or how quickly it can take over your whole, well, life. Just like that and your answering to another power. I'd a liv...
eyes on the product as opposed to producer selling different things
I said I'd meet her in the cave we'd carved out as kids in the giant waratah on the hill. A lifetime ago. We'd kissed, once, there on that hill. So I sent the note but received no reply. I went an...
This segmentation is anything but equal. It takes only the best for you and leaves the rest for me. I know this is something you're not blind to, how can expect me not to see? Redistribute, do it ...
Take him in, take him in.
Mother, the back is full. We need to move some of the 'merchandise' before adding more.
Oh, you worry. You old like me? ...
on consumers and the evils of marketing seduce to produce
I do seek anon for favors unto you None such as trivial, my meaning Will be clear; exemplar to strive into that beacon, that sun traversing eternity on the brightness of thine countenance. ...
In the land before time There was no water around Carbon life was still elemental The spaces between Were not as dry as they seemed ...
What are those?
Wrath presents.
What presents? ...
"And what of the end, eh? You think it's so defined, set in stone, this makes that and that what you're thinkin' is the only thing that can happen, well, what if you're wrong and all this time the...
Phil ran wild. He had them and he knew it. This chance didn't come around often. He knew he could milk it and did just that. He bolted out of obscurity, ran circles around the crowd, and posed for ...
Where to start? At the beginning? No, too predictable, too linear. Let's just say that because of her past, she blamed everyone but herself. Secluded and isolated, she schemed. Vitriol for love. W...
A waffle pattern Is not A honeycomb
Her ringtone was set To a riff by queen --Not vanilla ice It alarmed her of Her mother calling ...
I used to envy you There in that house Behind that fenced yard You were the ideal Binded by propriety ...
"It's coming."
"I know she is."
"It. It's not her anymore." ...
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die The day weighs light-less within your eyes. ...
You do challenge with such ultimatum -- I'll rise to it but should it be verbatim ...
There between dreams And the valley of reality Sits a rock On this rock sits a man And in this man ...
In totalis there is no more some suffer to reach its peak paramours to the latency of greed slopes found slip ...
George covered and ushered Elizabeth inside but birds streamed through the windows. The noise was deafening. The air dark like night, hot and choking. George got them to the study door and closed ...
George leaned on the railing fighting the urge to speak his mind. No, they wouldn't get married yet. Across the lawn, toward the hills, he watched a flock of rooks take flight. They murmured and v...
coin faces Janus sees only one side of pride Janus or other
What brings you joy?
Life.
What about life? ...
"Such piety is reserved for the offering, my dear boy. Until then, all life is sacred, even your own."
"All I said was...."
"Stop. I know what you said. And I know you didn't think first. You used his words, verbatim. You even chanted them." ...
Christopher is in his room again Horizontal and transferring ideas Through open spaces In the contours of his mind ...
In the years after the bombs fell, life as we knew it ceased to exist. Forgotten ways, people and places unrecognizably changed. A substitute world, a facsimile, a simulacra pastiching a reality w...
blueskymonday
Death is not the end Death is not my friend Barrier to those I've loved Uninvited divider of realms Death, hold your dominion ...
I did find you again Right there beside me A magic reappeared To a soul bound in grief ...
You've got to toe the line around here, mister.
Oh yeah, and what if I don't want to?
Then you got another thing coming. ...
Such a rare thing Dying in measured starts and stops Fits of memories Stitched linerally Consisting essentially ...
Jim's time in a bottle Is now missing Sweet dreams From fascination street Call me ...
She thinks in concretions I'm all abstraction Subtlety, nuance, seduction Propositions lining enactment All the shades of grey to be made ...
There goes my hero just walked on by like nothing I buoy above this trail of heroic wake whisping, wasping, and unfurled ...
Getting the band back together.
All right, man, seismic!
Yeah, it's going to be. ...
So bounce is a funny word I didn't need to look it up But another meaning came (un)bounding through Just this morning, from The T's to the Ta's ...
What is beauty but a common thread In a woven tapestry unique in all But the observer, for within the lie Of material, deep beneath the skin Is a light, surrounded by darkness ...
You know that antiquey dealer down the end there?
The one all stuck on 'imself? Yeah.
Well, heard 'e got done over. ...
Blonde ringlets bounced across the hotel lobby. With each step a down bob before pertly rising. Gold Jimmy Choos clicked against polished marble; Chanel purse taking it all in stride. Swift and cle...
The light lit the arid ground like a lantern on the wall of a barn, glowing with deep shadows. He hitched up his horse and started off again, his tobacco juice staining the roadside sign. Bounty ti...
Well I'm out there a-havin' fun In that warm California sun
Platform shoes And velveteen pants ...
In suit replete The waiting, simply stated Was a numbing feeling Of life ending and An insouciant priest ...
Read it, just read it!
What?
The review, the critic! Oh, I wish I never had lunch with him. I exuded strength and charm, grace even, under the circumstances. What does he call me? ...
It's just not normal.
Of course it's not normal, Helen. But you're right, they're really pushing it this time.
Her gaze remains out the window, his on her profile. He can feel her thousand yard stare from across the table. ...
Some ghosts are my mother's They move up stairs and onto landings They look to clean, to tidy, for children Long since grown, Grown and moved on, but for me. ...
Done is done There's a sense of simplicity there The truth is usually simple Smugly assured in the right hands Until you question it with ideas ...
Whatever happened to tradition? A line echoed by Zero's gusto From all generations past To portend love across barriers Of time, circumstantial navigation ...
Torrid, rampant Insatiable... Unquelled, redolent Spectacular... How do I describe this sensation ...
Strange word, desire. Bright yet elusive, so often unsatisfying. But with desire riding high before him, Vernon picked up his lunch box and headed to the construction site. He'd see her again. He ...
Quite the sermon today.
Yes, an inspiration you might say.
Oh yes, do please. ...
She used caution at the turnstile, surreptitious looks in either direction. She was alone. At this time of the morning, the walkway was always clear. She had planned well. Her testament to him woul...
They're indivisible.
They're what?
You know, like the song? ...
How long does something stay radioactive How many memories pulled crackle with the same energy still ...
so rarely put on compassion plays were the vogue all the world's enraged
He looked up into his creation's face as he lay dying. He smiled as he saw a tear form.
It looked down on him with its expressionless, sempiternal face. It knew he was dying. It also knew it coul...
The music of the spheres Waiting for a beat Gives infinity pause
Nothing rhymes guilty: Crimes that stand alone, each owned separate but whole
Death holds you now my friend As I hold onto what should have been This corporeal fainter without; There is beauty but for this war My eyes kindled it within the light of yours; ...
Cerulea, an ode to thee.
Oh,shut it!
Heathen, philistine, have you no couth? ...
The dark forces gathered. Order they said, their order. And they took. We fight back. They are not winning. Neither are we. Atrocities are heavy everyday. Our skies dark with irradiated daylight, o...
Conundrums
It's the premise, overall that holds the contexts In obsteperous ...
After the wind stopped Dangling charms cast dark shadows We still push to chime
May Fairs
Stripey booths and cotton candy smiles Ticket strips, flocculent ...
"Poppycock," cried the Major, "poppycock and boulderdash!" His marching boots glistened in the early morning sun. Snapping his heels and turning toward the old soldiers' home dining hall, he furthe...
Snagged by his jacket's shoulder on the edge of an old weir, with feet dangling downstream, the priest's body swayed in the gentle but lively current. Andrew laughed. "And I shall make you fishers...
The couch held her multitudes, each day, all day. Every day, enthroned, while he worked. Once home, the nothing done while away glared at him. As did she should he mention it. "What're you going t...
Involuntary Involution
Rage, he said Against the dying of the light Implored, actually, ...
living in abstract transparencies obvious reactionary tales defenses become penumbra dealing with the likes of you
Hindrance to the Thing
Wander Thoughts
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