Grief-stricken
Mira cries. She opens her arms and holds them out toward me. I envelop her. Feel her chest heave with the staccato beat of a carpenter’s hammering. Listen to her muffled sobs. All I...
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Death Wish
Short Story 1. The 27th Birthday- Back then, everything was fine. Good days have a way of burning themselves deep in our memory, and then itching like a bitch every time it hurts later....
Revolution of Self
Spoken Word Poem I need a revolution of my self. I need to overcome the alienation that society has imposed on me, separating what I do from who I am and know I...
Aphrodite’s Toes
a poem of devotion to love & beauty I kissed the toes of Aphrodite, her sweet scent of rose filling my nostrils as my lips touch her soft skin. I bow down in surrendered...
A Place Where I Belong
Poem I almost always find myself at the little pink house on Rue Saint-Vincent on the Butte Montmartre. I go there to see Amala Landré sing Edith Piaf songs and to see them...
Sleepless Night
Poem In the sleepless night I see the light of thousand days, the days that brought me you, the days of warmer gaze… where the sky was different blue, your smile was always true,...
Morning Counterpoint
That ticking clock. An electric hum. The gurgle of dripping coffee. Louder highway traffic. A gradual brightening of the sky above the Maple Six AM reflection… lines under my eyes Photo by Yaniv Knobel on Unsplash
Raindrop Thoughts
Poem Yesterday I was feeling lost and troubled Anxiety bubbling, insecurity doubled I didn’t believe in my own abundance That all my strengths had no substance But something changed my confidence And made me...
Talk 8 – Freedom
Short Story How are your parents, bear? They’re understanding as usual. They understand each other and they understand you, right? And they understand the world. You could say that. Why do you ask? They...
