I Write Short Stories and PoemsFate as it is, Fleur-de-lis. Five encounters, One to reach. Map of the rose, Four directions. Two for those, Who afraid are not. Smell of the sea, Green leaf tea. Smile and salt, Ripples foretold. Set it free, Chances are three. Time will tell,... See More »
I Write Short Stories and Poems2019 Innsomniate When one looks at that curvature and one knows it is just the overture. They would have one drooling and their blood pooling. The hills and valleys; curvaceous, one's appetite: voracious. One can taste this, one should not waste... See More »
I Write Short Stories and Poems2019 Mellowed Marsh Here you lay, decomposing Rest, nothing familiar In death rather than life, posing Absence is something else, peculiar Rest, something frightening, opposing One says otherwise, liar Yet you find yourself here, dozing What might... See More »
I Write Short Stories and Poems2016 Intoxicant Red flow, red glow Drearily drunk on positively positive posits positionally Love comes, love goes Decision with precision to avoid the worst Hearts swell, hearts break Dealing with loss as if it were a first Doll model, doll make... See More »
I Write Short Stories and Poems2016 Intoxicant (Silly Version) Red flow, red glow Drearily drunk on positively positive posits positionally Love comes, love goes Decision with precision to avoid the worst Hearts swell, hearts break Dealing with loss as if it were a first Doll... See More »
I Write Short Stories and Poems2016 Amber Somebody somewhere, yellow highlights in strawberry blonde hair. Amber eyes of hellfire and brimstone, color me surprised, dire and dismembered. Nobody nowhere, just a detached spirit to ensnare; an isolated anomaly, not rare.
I Write Short Stories and Poems2012 Dumpty Humpty Dumpty Humpty, oh Dumpty Humpty, so sad of what it is he is not. Dumpty Humpty so shunned, so shunned, for he was not so finely rotund. Dumpty Humpty, if only, if only, he had a way to alter his figure, but, such a thing... he... See More »
I Write Short Stories and Poems2012 A dandelion in the tuft. A tuft of grass about to be to be mowed. But there, laid a dandelion within. It struck me, it interested me. I wanted to know everything about it. As I learned, I grew to love it. And as I grew to love it, I grew to... See More »
