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Add – Ambiance

Surreal Poetry   Undeniable is a word That I can leave out of my vocabulary when I hang with you There’s…there’s just too much of A take away in your midst People reflect upon...

haibun poetry 1

Restless Day After

Haibun Poetry A Nickelodeon version of Cinderella plays in the family room. Bella, our neighbor’s golden retriever, barks at a passing dog and walker. The pine-scented aroma from our freshly mopped tile floor reaches...

poems about time 0

Portrait — Part III

Poem   It’s fate. There’s nothing to grasp — but worn air of a future lapsing. It’s how we mitigate, how we squelch to years, minutes and the hour. It was the drag of...

body poem 0

The Last Night

Poem   I pressed myself into your body Trying to create an imprint in my mind of what you felt like Smelled like Were like To last me the next 10,000 years Of the...

Flower Poem 0

Flowers In The Darkness

Flower Poem   The vengeful light, it breaks along the hill. Your eyes are wide, but all is silent still. You lie in creeping phlox and rose’s hand. The night has died and I...

free verse story poems 0

Esther

Free Verse Story Poems   Esther had not gone to bed that previous evening; instead she went into the bathroom and took a whore’s bath. She washed her face and neck, brushed her teeth,...

poem about hope 0

Snare

Poem About Hope   She held onto the familiar strand of hope that this silver lining will pull the clouded curtain of somber and reveal shining gold and hues of bright blue, endless happiness...

poem about writing 0

Explosions In The Pen

Poem   Bring me salvation in the pen. In well wishes scribbled out On the back of leftover napkins. Watch the ink blot out Radiant explosions. The letters may never say What we hoped....

love poem 2

Your Blue Eyes

Love Poem   Your eyes are the ocean- blue, skies made of emotion, true as the purest devotion. When you look at me – a prison! I can’t move, barely speak, no reason! You...

Poems About Work 1

Data Analyst

Life Poem   No direction. An insect at a desk. Knowing better, but settling for much less. Scared to death of breaking the silence. If this is life then tell me, why is it so...

Medical Short Story 0

Trial and Bearer – Part Two (Final)

Medical Short Story   The clock bled into 08:57, then inevitably waded past 08:58. 08:59 came around, devoid of a foreign mannerism. But 09:00 was different. The clock struck 09:00 and the frenetic energy...