irrequieto
Poem when you place a hand on your heart or hear the buzzing in your ears when your eyes shut still move or the air escapes what do you do? irrequieto the landscape doesn’t...
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A September Insomnial Evening
Another sip of hot, honey-sweetened chamomile tea. More clock ticks, and the hum of the refrigerator. Soft light from the new stainless-steel ceiling fan illuminates both the walls’ yellow eggshell finish and the golden...
The Human Comedy: Bicuspids
Short Story The dentist’s chair. Why did they call it that? The dentist never sat there, that was for sure. The dentist’s torture chamber — that was more like it. The hygienist was nice...
Holly’s Party
Short Story Brian picked me up everyday. I waited at the south entrance with Evan and Quinn. Brian didn’t have a sixth hour so he would go home first and then come get...
The Andaman Sea
Poem My azure lover Languid and sanguine I gave myself to you I was a temple and a shrine but there was no need to pray The heavens opened up before me, and I...
Snowy Path
On the snowy path there’s nothing, only silence, no love, no hate, nothing that reminds us of what was, what will come, was it warm, will it burn… On the snowy path there’s nothing...
Who Wants To Know?
Spoken Word Sure, I ramble; sloppy Of course I strike out; ideal-deluded Why certainly prejudice eludes the light of equilibrium; comfort To be sure, all the night has to do is throw its blanket...
