Living With Fear (Of Losing You)
Love Poem Every day I tell myself Life is what I make it. I say, “There must be better”. This is not a dress rehearsal, You only get one life in this readiness,...
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Small Vein
Poem Love and then all else Or the ashes, the ashes that Go with taking things to heart One way Handsome looks skew the point Or maybe help it all go someplace I...
My Head Is Killing Me
Short Story My head is killing me. I get up from my desk and walk over to the water cooler. It’s 3:00pm and I’m not sure if it’s still Monday or not. I...
Dizzying Orientations
His humanities classroom with Ms. Narscisco looks like any room at Montebello. His other rooms look more like those of typical High Schools. The science room is the exception, with its wood paneling and...
Are You Still There
Poem Are You Still There? We were like dancers, on our toes, together gently, apprehensively, barely touching, averting our eyes, talking in riddles. Our minds pulled, tugged, reaching out to entwine, bodies keeping their...
Unbreakable Wings
Poem Never… I said the word! Never Released the bird. Never Will see me broken! Never I’ll be just a token! The walls are high and I can’t see beyond. But I...
Reunion of Death – Part Two
Serial Mystery continued from part one Chapter 4 It was at least another hour-and-a-half before any of the other guests arrived. Seth had been puttering around the house mostly waiting for their inevitable arrival:...
The Woes of the Zombie Man – Chapter III
Short Story Which tells of a time Boris and Bugger experienced a bout of “food” poisoning. For many days they reminisced on the good eatin’ they had done and been punished severely for, wondering...
Captain’s Last Stand
I bring Frankie out of his bedroom. It is 10:00PM, but he was not asleep. The Yankees play the Orioles in the Bronx. It is the top of the ninth inning; the home team...
Riding Waves
Poem One lives with a weakened soul Wearing the armor of a coated past Fighting to change the unchanged Directions to choice are blasting a cask. Strange sights forging this war Canvassing the lands...
Whisper, Whisper, Wearily
Poem Surreally pleasant after glow, Charms of winter’s Falling snow In lingering footless paths And designated aftermaths Full calypso Tranquil night I breathe a subdued Deathly plight My lips parted, Passionately, beneath Blankets departedly...
