Glass Doll
Her expression was always quite the same. A serene face, almost too serene. It was as if underneath those small smiles and tipsy eyes there laid sorrow that had now become her constant companion....
Tagged: women
Some writers tend to have feminine inclinations and focus their work on one way or another around love, romance, relationships and experiences the all relate to women. Poetry or prose you can find their work here.
Talk 25 – Cynic
Serial Fiction Look who is here, the local gypsy thug. We have gone global now. Thanks to your brother. How is he by the way. He is dying. Why are you not there. His...
Let the Girls Run
Poem Let the girls run and play untethered like little boys before they are told to cease and be like little girls. For now, let them swirl and swoop and dive like thrushes...
A Poem I Hope to Rewrite in 10 Years
Poem These are the days we’ll long remember The triumphs of great men pursuing their rights To limit those of women to health, money Our cents to a dollar The days of waiting...
Waiting Girl
I hope to love a New York girl For she sat alone and sad So I pledge her, my heart And a union that would last But slowly she shook her head And so...
Winter: Another Short Pantoum
I gave her my secret. With both hands Twining in and out of burnt branches, Reaching for the sky. In her eyes, I dripped away somewhere deeper than lost. Twining in and out of...
Monday Morning Blood
Short Story There were three that Monday morning. One wore black leather pumps and a herringbone twill checkered black and white tailored suit with French chocolate stockings. The other one had on a...
Out of… (Ordinary’s Reckoning)
Deal… deal, deal, deal Come, be a perfect excuse to stay outside fear’s halo shhh! On your tiptoes, now plie, demi-point turn toward blackened fireplace blow kisses in cold air while suitable mates trudge...
The Problem Is
The problem is that we’ve let it drift. When you leave Love to the moon-eyed It will always go wrong in the end. The ones with mist about their bones Who let their thoughts...
