That Thing That Never Happened – Part Two
Serial Story “You ever had tapas?” I asked. We’d been wandering around the city for a while and we both could use a sitdown. “I have. But that sounds nice.” she said. “The...
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What’s Next
Poem What’s Next? I had a day I worked Did something for the world Gave someone my time Got myself paid Everything was fine I came home And wondered I fed myself Learned...
That Thing That Never Happened – Part One
Short Story We sat down and I let her order for me. I told her I could only speak kitchen French, which was a roundabout way of saying I spoke Spanish. She laughed...
More Than One Year Later
Poem I held your face as a precious gem Studied its facets, admired its cut Searched for imperfections Finding none Whispering, “You’re perfect” into The night more by KRISTEN GREEN photograph by Lizzie Guilbert...
In Rooms Like These
Poem Even now, I see her moon face, those limpid eyes, half slits with sleep, lying in repose beside me. In those days, we lived in bars and boxes. Hers, a refuge in...
Stop Where You Are (Be Thankful)
Spoken Word It takes courage to break bread With a sidewalk To raise a toast to the sounds Of rising tidal wave in the Form of feet — all sizes Fashions, all caring...
Sleeping In The Shadow Of Morpheous – Part Five
Serial Story I woke up on another couch, in a house. She was there. She shook my chest and made sure I was awake and ready. She led me outside to the garden,...
Writer’s (Burlesque) Block
Poem You know – the finality that slams doors, vibrates the sound to Stimulate inner ears Where the imagination retires to Change its skin and emerge to Entice, Engross, Seduce Where these canals...
