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The Little Girl And The Bear
Poem While walking by the river, on a path among trees, I saw a sight never to forget: a girl and a bear staring at me with eyes driving through me and beyond. They...
To God, From Human
Poem I write these words to make you aware, I mean every letter I type, I am guilty for the World today, Please God, own my life. I might just be another creature, as...
Ode to Him
Poem In my youth I never knew It was then I was suspicious I looked under and above all Yes, completely occupied with mental ambition. Instead of seeing what was contagious Actively going about...
Carbon Dust
Poem Life is like a burning ember crackling on the edge of an inferno but the flames never arrive instead the slow consumption of the soul when heat rises to the point of combustion...
Ordinary Awakening
I nurse a cup of coffee at the kitchen table, staring out the storm door. The darkness will crack at any moment. Inky black will fade to a deep purple, before transforming into a...
The Storm Woke Me
Short Story I was dreaming. I was dreaming of us. You and me. You were here. Lying next to me. I could feel your breath on my cheek. We ate scrambled eggs and...
Three Sisters Are We: Part One – Daphne
Don’t ask me how many days we were captives aboard that monstrous ship. Don’t ask me. Days and nights spilled into one another, during which we were bound to a wide column amidst crates...
Russian Roulette
Short Story She stood among the crowd of thousands of people in the Red Square. All were waiting for the countdown to mark the new year, a new millennium, but she was waiting...
Those Toy Crabs
The last line of sunlight on the western horizon. A ruffle of papers, the rattle of a ceiling fan. A memory of the plastic crabs that I had come to possess. Was it at...
The Road Through the Trees
Moral Short Story My father used to tell me that working hard was the most important part of life. That a hard working attitude was the most important attribute in a man. I...
The Policeman Who Shot a Dog Named Tycho – Part Two
“Hey, look here a second—he’s got a collar!” Dan gestured at the dog. A small brass disc hung from the strap, dangling where his Adam’s apple would’a been if he could talk any. Poor...
