Blood at the Rodeo
Short Poem The wild southwest has been a savior and a damnation. So sparse, so surreal and even in the squalor. The life I live is a lie and in this desert it...
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Garden Birds
Poem Once in their lifetime Alone they face A trip into the wild Without knowing What will they find Garden birds They travel from a great distance To reach the water Of youth...
Time to Go
Poem I’ve been giving you all that I can Yet you’re always finding cracks Never want to know me for who I am You’re always looking for things I lack I’m tired of...
Trembling Hands
Poem Her hand trembled in mine watching the path through the trees. “It is dark, it is scary, you cannot go.” Her feet begged her eyes with a nervous step back to look...
The Tramp – Part Two
Dystopian Short Stories Trent Coy was a man of 20 by the time the Tramp came knocking on his door. The young man had worked hard and fast. He already was married and had...
Susurration
Poem About Nature See how the wind straddles the branches, swelling, in fast embrace, then releases, and they rebound, slinging diminishingly ever, to meet again its torso of tided sinews in a tumble that...
Carry Me Along
Poem About Travel Warmth on my back Late morning on the Lightrail Sunlight and tree shadows Flickering on all the people On their smartphones Flying through the world at the speed of light...
Facing Walls – Transparency
Poem about Perception Recommend new interesting Flip through pages Magazines forget how strong They are Change your mind one letter at a time Unlimited sex secrets Monthly flavor tastings How could you not...
A Deprivation
Haibun Poem The sound of Screeching steel alongside our house. A hot July 3rd; we look up from our empty dinner plates on the deck table. The ventilation fan of our central air...
You Were Born Of… – Part Three
Serial Story Running, running, running, bile rising at my throat’s base, I paused to panNJt with my friends. Genises’ finger pointed out the running, screaming, scattering people. They were ducking and wildly fleeing,...
The Next Thousand Years
Poem If you swore to love me for a thousand years It’d be 100 years too short ‘Cause I’ll forget the first few times and have my sieve-like mind left wracked with doubt...
The Queen of Hearts
Poem The Queen looks down, her tower piercing clouds, She beckons them to leave the woodland’s shrouds. She rests her palms on panes of moonlight glass. Come out, young dead, bare feet upon...
