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No More
Not seeing you again, A hard pill to swallow. Tears every now and then With sobs that follow. Passing through life with strength, Constantly get tired. The heartache has no length, And it won’t expire. I wish I could see you. Receive some more hugs. Have a dad to look …
Original Sin: A poem about a destructive doctrine
Baptize me in the waters of something other than this. Give me something more than this paper-thin sense that I am, at heart, some cruel mistake – some flat, un-yeasted roll or one of those stiff, ossified Gildan t-shirts, as long in the torso as it is short in the …
Obsolete Art?
Among gourmets, vintage defines taste. But it is about much more than taste. It is about tradition – some particular tradition of some particular vintner. Often, a particular legend goes with that tradition going back the ages. Wine-tasting is an art form – high art, maybe. This makes you wonder …
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Poems & Stories
Porto, Portugal: A Hidden Gem
Portugal is a beautiful European country located in the Iberia region, near Spain. It was part of the Roman Empire since the 3rd Century BC, …
Lucio
I saw him for the first time when I began to frequent the bakery in the neighborhood that I used to go to in the …
Short
Duke and Gary, actuaries for a large Portland insurance company, were having lunch together. As usual they were complaining about their treatment as short guys. …
And The Beat Goes On …
And The Beat Goes On … But the same end awaits us all The struggles, the challenges, the burdens of life the daily strives that …
Altered States
A few days after my wife Celestine died suddenly from encephalitis, I got a phone call that I suspected was some form of condolence. I …
The Scouring Screen
They sit intimately together Upon a couch of fluff, The feathers of past life, And enjoy the lack of company. One is being entertained; So …
Carvings of the Rainclouds
Suddenly comes large growths of low, rocky horns, A sight to behold by us looking down upon What seems to spark a fire just by …
The Old Beggar
The beauty and freedom of Friday scented the whole air.I strolled down inhaling breaths of excellence through the famed Milford street,light blue skies stretched the …
Wall of Words
Starry nights cave into the deep wilderness of my thoughts Where you stand once more awaiting me with open arms My mind has refused you …
Trance
Welcome my penetrationAnd I’ll ease your frustration.I can be your fixation Indulge in my addiction.I’ll fill you with elationBut it’s a work of fiction. All …
Dead Eye
So as my emotional gulp slaps a drum beat to drivelling side stepsI sway toward a silver fold in the colorless cloud under nimbus nods …
Emergency
911. What’s your emergency? Hello. I think I’m dying. Would you like to for me to send the EMTs? I don’t know. Can they stop …
August 2017
I wish you were feeling my collarbones – instead of me, caressing myself in a diagonal chair – one leg about to snap, the other, …
Christmas Wish
It’s hard to get in the mood for Christmas when it’s 80 degrees instead of 30, sand instead of snow, and palms instead of pines. …
The Will Party
“I want my sister to get the kids,” Natalie said frankly, arms crossed against her large bosom, softly resting upon the round glass table. They …
No More
Not seeing you again, A hard pill to swallow. Tears every now and then With sobs that follow. Passing through life with strength, Constantly get …
How’s Your Writing Life?
When I was young, a neighbor had me impressed once with her wide vocabulary. She was mentioning words that I haven’t heard before. I felt …
Thoughts of a Snowman
So happy there the boys and girls around me playing in the pure white snow under a vault so clear and blue. The same sunlight …
Jen
I was wandering down the mall wondering what I could get for my wife’s birthday. She’s hard to shop for because Sally is very low …
Body Shame My Hunger
You say I am fortunate to be thin.You talk about my body like it is a gift,Granted to me because I was the lucky little …
The Shriek
Kids have the craziest imaginations. They’re always making shit up, they think it’s funny. Anything that comes out of a kid’s mouth is probably just …
Original Sin: A poem about a destructive doctrine
Baptize me in the waters of something other than this. Give me something more than this paper-thin sense that I am, at heart, some cruel …
She Dances with the Devil
Every night, her soul leaves her bodyand dances with the devilThey hang on a string of moonlightand sway to a silent rhythm He loves hersometimes …
Endeavors of a Broken Heart
You left me at my worst,while I was all set to hold you at your adverseSo now I have to trodden on the empty street,carrying …