Senior Prom
Short Story My collar was too tight. It was my brother’s old dress shirt, and he was a lot smaller than me. I tried to not make it obvious I was uncomfortable, and...
Tagged: romance
The Romance genre is a home for both prose and poetry that explore love, relationships and romantic encounters of all kinds.
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...
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...
Gotta Hand It To You
Spoken Word Astride your prejudices Steadfast clamp of knees To hold fast Against bucking tradition Formerly, a ruse Now, matters of course Flow into oceans of “Say it ain’t so’s” Half-mast slick talk, Eye-rolling...
Clickity-Clack
Women want to be kissed. They want romance. At least they think they do until you give it to them and then they stop wanting it, wanting you. It’s about the hunt. Always has...
Experiment – The Lower Back
Spoken Word Tales, I win. Tails, you guess. Taels; we each take a look at the smog-lined horizon and wonder at the golden palaces hidden in the murky but glorious past; but only for...
Renewed Intimacy
Haibun My fingers, running gently up and down your bare back. Your gentle moan, as I rub away tension in the tightest muscles surrounding your lower lumbar. Our lips meeting in our kiss. Our...
Move In Time
Comfortably – we pass the time, testing waters, casting lines. No attempts are made to hide the lasting contact of our eyes. I sense a change in mood as I feel your hand clasping...
Gothicarus: Part III – Decisions
Serial Poem “Keralynne!” he fiercely whispered, In a voice that roused her from her trance. “I am here, outside your window; It’s a night fit for romance.” She rose, brushing back the curtains From...
Writer’s (Burlesque) Block
Poem You know – the finality that slams doors, vibrates the sound to Stimulate inner ears Where the imagination retires to Change its skin and emerge to Entice, Engross, Seduce Where these canals...
Labor(less) Day
Poem A carefully planned trip heads south When the supermarket I go to before Hitting the beach is now a Gutted, renovated shell My trusted landmark killed by progress We started late, uncertain...
