The Sand Pear
The sun has descended Jersey’s belly as I climb the hill to home. A cold front presses Liberty Street. An old woman flaps beneath a flood of light like moth stripped of a wing...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
The sun has descended Jersey’s belly as I climb the hill to home. A cold front presses Liberty Street. An old woman flaps beneath a flood of light like moth stripped of a wing...
A bright crisp breeze of happiness fills my chest, filling the specific corner that usually aches. Jelly bean spirit kisses. It’s a ridiculously sunny day today, makes me feel all is right in the...
Free Verse Poems My hungry mouth brought your milky breast, oh, what ecstasy the silky flesh affords My father’s straight white teeth glistens like pearls in my eyes as he lifts my small...
He approached me after the reading, a leather satchel over one shoulder and a sizeable chip on the other. He said, “I reeeally liked your work, but don’t you think that it would be...
Arise! All shall hail, raining down the great mountains, the Olympian gale, pouring gold-plated bounty from its bright crystal mouth, and its noise and its glee SOARS!…BURSTS! Down it sails through the air yellow-orange,...
Benevolent fingers of vivid dreams… master at avoiding things. Surprised to see another day, though still live in disarray. Hostage of time, relentless past. Specks of glass mirrors beauty like pieces off a mask....
My my, do I miss you Like feet without shoes On a chilled autumn night When on warmth they muse There are few who eschew The pull that you do When further away From...
Haibun Poem “Da menos tu hija! La queremos para nueva reigna!” He shouted outside our house. We saw him from the window. I shuddered at the sight of his tattoos. His friends laughed....
14.08.16 — 4/4 Stars blaze above sea of blood red hope — the promise of our empire. 14.08.29 TSA ravaged my carry-on, CNN says Obama doesn’t have a plan, ISIS has beheaded our son!...
Lilac shaded blue tops Tearing at the seams Muscling through tough times makes any number of – oh, wait any number picked while stress lingers cross-wise ’round your thigh just say it does and...