Seven Years
Short Love Poems After seven years As our cells have changed over Cocoons were shed As emotions shifted Changed Altered We knew then we’d never again be The ones the other fell in...
Tagged: Love
The Rebel King After the War – Part Two
Serial Short Story She was thinner than I remembered, her hair braided and laced with dirt and leaves. She knelt beside me and pressed something cold to my head. “Hi,” she whispered. I only...
Pollination
Nature Fiction Stories The hummingbird and tiger lily were two lovers in the night. Tiger lily, a grounded visage of beauty. She knew where her roots stood, from that history she drew her...
Because You Do
Romance Poems Why do you care Care to know The images I hold That you want to hold I hear you say The things you say Things we’ll do Together one day You...
Portrait – Part I
Poem She’s unbreakable — first live and a tiger: her father use to abscond to the market on his moped for coffee and fried breadsticks, and show off to neighbor and kin; she...
After the Show
Love Poem I like your outfit The way you do your hair just so and your tie just right And it feels like a million bucks to have you there because with you,...
A Night in the Sand
Romance Short Fiction It was the time of day, ripe with indecision. The sun was still peering over the horizon, and sunglasses or headlights were both viable options. The sky dripped color through...
Haiku In Three. Shirts. Re: Romance
Haiku Poetry Ev’ry time you see A tree in its growing phase Do you think of me? The feel of your breaths Against my ear; leaving marks No one else can see You button...
To Ginsberg
Poem Ginsberg wept For the soul of others, But I weep for his soul alone. If only I could be his Green eyed copy boy, And He my troubled Home. Sweet roses bloom...
Beauty in the Break Up
Love Poem What makes a man move on? When his mind floods with images of her, of them. The way she would impersonate a dinosaur to force a smile or how they transformed the...
Empty Tank
Thriller Short Story “Mom, I’m cold.” “I know, buddy. You’re just gonna have to tough it out.” “Are we almost there?” “Almost there.” A young woman and her eight year old son walk...
Easter Sunday
Spring Love Poems Fresh, alive, outside in the grass Stretching, breathing Watching the dogs Smiling, chasing each other Pretending to be four-legged animals Attempting to be two-legged animals The alert awake-ness, happiness in...
