Author: Lucas Howard

Boy 0

Real Boy

My fiancee calls me Pinocchio. And we laugh because we both know the story. I lit a fire. I made the whale sneeze, but somehow got snagged on a tooth. They say that a...

British House 0

Zedlist – Part Ten

Entering the house, Amy removed her boots and socks, hung the lead up and poured Harrison some water. As she went into the living room she noticed that all the windows had been left...

Clock Time 0

Diminishing Time

The signs of age appear for the first time I am faced with physical restrictions that will only deteriorate from here Dulled pains making me irritable altering my states of mind making me say...

Starry Night 0

Zedlist – Part Nine

Everything was folding in and out of itself and Kevin found himself moving with it. He was no longer separate from his surroundings, but one integral part or a greater whole. As he split...

Delicate Love 0

My Love is Dead

My love is dead! My cries depleted by the gentle down, encased. Clipped wings of once beauteous creatures with my honest tears are traced. My love is dead. I lie defeated. I pull the...

Seagull on the Ledge of the Ocean 2

Slam Poet

There are often many different styles of poets at a slam. I have broken it down into three categories.   1. The clever clever quippy poet. There are postmodern poets that draw attention to...