Fiction & Poetry
The Beautiful Fall
We speak of the fall, and I think he did
that man born a man and never a kid.
He tended the garden according to plan,
but lonely was he, this overalled man.
The bones all around him just slightly askew -
the grizzly, the wild hare, the common house shrew.
So one weary day he left barrow and tool,
took...
September 2nd, 2010 | Poetry | Read More
Untitled Poem No. 2
I do not see your face in the moon
Though once I saw your face in the moonlight, and
I cannot find you in the sunset
Though once we walked
Through an explosion of amber, ruby and topaz
And talked of nothing and all things and sun things.
I look for you in the stars of steel
And space-age plastics that...
August 31st, 2010 | Featured, Poetry | Read More
pierced
your gentle gaze
my heart pounds
if you know me for who i am
your attraction would fade
repulsion, detraction, distraction
how can you still pursue me after all of this?
my betrayals many – my faithfulnesses few
yet you are still looking at me
calling me to you
is it possible that a love could...
August 28th, 2010 | Featured, Fiction & Poetry, Poetry | Read More
Flash Fiction: A Little Goodwill
Ruess,
Lange said he wrote to you. Go easy on him. He can wax downright eloquent about the recent past but between the lines is a lot of hurt. Quite a few family and friends blackballed them when little Karen got pregnant. His wife, Rebecca, went completely zombie on him, useless as jello. ...
August 26th, 2010 | Featured, Fiction, Fiction & Poetry | Read More
Shop Talk: A Poem
Dominant Male, requires adoring and
obedient submissive for strict discipline
and body worship.
Vintage-model SWM, 50, looking for
experienced driver with well-kept garage who
prefers smooth driving for possible long-distance
adventure. I handle mountain roads well and
still have juice in the battery.
Voice...
August 17th, 2010 | Poetry | Read More
The Whiskey Mystic
First the man drinks the drink, then the drink drinks the drink, then the drink drinks the man.
– Japanese proverb
Love for my baby girl sent me into the woods. Soul searching. It had been almost a year since I stood in a hospital room and cradled pure beauty wrapped in soft blankets. I’d never...
July 23rd, 2010 | Fiction, Fiction & Poetry | Read More
A Man of Letters
Scholar and saint
Warrior on the frontlines of dialog
Vigilant night watchman
Of humble origins and great destiny
Master of debate and polemics
Poet
Paragon
Keeper of ancient texts
Man of parables and aphorisms
Master of morphology
Prince of phonology
The editor of destinies
Keeper of slush piles
King...
July 16th, 2010 | Poetry | Read More
No Refills
“I just don’t believe in the same things I used to,” Cliff admitted. “Maybe God exists, but I have no reason to really think so anymore.”
Sitting in the dark corner booth with Eric, his longtime friend and confidant, Cliff was admitting things he could never tell anyone...
July 15th, 2010 | Featured, Fiction | Read More
i…
I am wake. I am tired.
I am freed. I am mired.
I fall as I rise.
No, I fall more.
I am here. I am yonder.
I am stay. I am wander.
Finish is start.
I’ve been here before.
I am blank. I am bolded.
I am in. I am folded.
Yes is a whisper.
A thunder is no.
I am nod. I am shaken.
I am free. ...
July 13th, 2010 | Poetry | Read More
on hearing the news
brenda is dying
janey is throwing tantrums
laura is barren and molly peed her pants
and angela is lonelyandjakeishungryandhaiti
isdrowningandbutterfliesaredancingand
i
can’t
breathe.
crying is redundant
complaining is indulgent
so i stare at the embers of campfires
and ignorance
longing for a moment
infused...
February 22nd, 2010 | Poetry | Read More


