Western HaikuMore Like This
First-chair violin, playing Canon in D,
Stabs ear drum and violates a masochistic
I rewind, turn up the volume, and tremble
Will there come a time when books of paper are
Completely replaced by electronic plagiarisms?
"No," my boss tells me. But when he grew up,
He didn't have a Kindle or a wi-fi laptop to read
Under the blankets
With a flashlight
After lights-out time.
Coca-cola has appropriated the flavor of vanilla.
It's delicious, cool, and fizzy, and would have been
An aneurism of genius had it not been done
Fifty years ago in drug store soda fountains
And promptly forgotten
Like young George Bailey.
Will I ever find true love?
Never doubt it.
the EllhornMy dear Mr. Topperwein, I hope that this note finds you well; I was distressed to hear about the turn your health has taken recently. If I may be so bold, Dr. Renard has called upon my dear mother for long years, both for her rheumatic fluctuations and her bouts of asthma, and I think his ministrations may do you wonders, should you see fit to act upon my recommendation.More Like This
Doubtless you have been growing short of patience on the matter regarding which you dispatched me to the countryside this April past. You have always shown distinctive and boundless generosity as I have endeavored to represent your proprietary interests to the best of my ability, even as those interests lie far afield. It has always been a matter of great import that I may ensure your trust in me is well-placed, so I shall endeavor to explain my prolonged absence as best I may. Even so, I pause at sharing certain of the details of my errand in this note, as my clumsy attempts at narrating the more bracing ev
What is your placeYou dont even know what this isMore Like This
Its a play
You arent reading your lines
You wont even ad-lib
You stand there
Staring at the ground
At your feet
The other actors
They are flawless
And your shadow
Unknowing of your purpose
The actors talk
And you stand still
Trying to realize
Love, Hate, Want, NeedSometimes I love you like a child.More Like This
Breathing in your every word.
I couldnt fault you
Even if I tried.
Sometimes I hate you like a cynic.
Despairing in the silences.
I convince myself
I dont need you.
Sometimes I like you as a friend.
Jokes and taunts are all in good fun.
I dance with you
And have the time of my life.
Sometimes I want you like a whore.
Ripping at clothes,
Letting that heady feeling win me over.
Your kisses and touches
Take me away.
Sometimes I need you like a newborn.
Paralysed in the dark.
Im alone and unworthy
But I know you'll have me as I am.
A child, a cynic, a friend
When Im as fragile as an infant
Or when my desire turns to flames.
I know youll love me just for me
And thats the only thing I need,
For instead of falling backwards,
I fall safe into your arms.
piece with no titleas night fallsMore Like This
he comes to find me
still and silent in the confines of an empty room
hot breath and cool lips to my ear
i can feel it when he smiles
touches like leather wings against all too willing flesh
shiver sigh and fall to my depths
where i hide for a while
warmed by his lullaby voice
and poetic hand
like a child i curl into him
for a moment
i am at peace with everything
and he is my thin line
encompassing my eye
somedaysomeday when the lights have dimmedMore Like This
and the rain's set in
when time and memory are all that's left
someday when the streets are empty
crowded with fog
and drowned in silence
someday when i grow weary
and i can't remember where i've been
when all i ever dream about is worth a fin
i'll find you again
and taste your breath
Knowing Your VoiceYour voice I know oh so wellMore Like This
its greeting lifts my heart
Looking forward to hearing the
warmth in your caring voice
The light laugh as you smile
reaches across the miles
Not only do I hear it
I also feel it too
Always making me smile
when I know it is you
I know when youre happy
Your voice is light and upbeat
I know when youre sad
for your spirit calls to me
I know when youre angry
for your voice is hard and clipped
This makes me want to
reach out and stroke your cheek
softly, with my fingertips
I even know when youre blushing
You get quiet as can be
Making me smile and laugh silently
I know when youre worried
for the stress screams out to me
Making me want to hold you
very close, giving you serenity
I know your voice
Its ups and downs
Yet I wouldnt have it
any other way
Why you may ask my dear?
Getting to know you this way
is the best of all
Because I get to know the real you
with no personas involved
Not through pictures and images
that can fool th
We Never ExpectedIt was fourth grade, and I sat in my desk, dressed in my green, collared shirt, khaki pants, and brown shoes laughing as he hit her in the face. We were playing a game that my teacher had invented, though I suppose invented wouldnt describe it as much as adapted would. In the front of our little class-room, with our thirty-odd students, stood our mountain of a teacher, Mr. Case. Mr. Case peered down at us with his short, black hair, and his solemn expression. He rarely smiled, and if you asked him to, he would smile faster than an eye can blink. He posed questions about math, or science or some other subject that we werent interested in, and we would try to get the answers. First hand up got to answer and if the answer was right, the lucky student got to take a swing. And that lucky student, happened to be Christopher.More Like This
Chris jumped to his feet, parading his victory and creating general hoopla. He always was the class clown, and this was no exception.
S.D.A. Chapter 1"Love Conquers All" - VirgilMore Like This
She laid his fragile body against a rock, as white foam curled around his legs and the wind whipped her face. It took all her strength to pull him onto the beach. Her tears were still falling, but she knew he was already dead. The least she could do was bring him safely back to land; she couldnt leave his body to sink under the waves and be lost forever. His face was so peaceful and his skin was so soft. She brushed his cheek tenderly, and wished she could breathe life back into him. Her heart ached, she loved him so much, and yet they hadnt even had a single conversation. Shed watched him from afar all these years, and now she was finally beside him and it was too late.
Thank God its Thursday. By Monday Id be getting reports from clients about their weekends, but for now I had the joy of my own to look forward to. In my head I was celebrating t
Gravedigger - OneMore Like This
And after the storm
The body of Rafell the Magistrate lay in state beside the hole he was soon to inhabit. The family, of which there were few, and the friends, of which there were even fewer, had already deserted the graveside. They left Graves and his apprentice to nail down the lid and lower the Magistrate into the earth.
Rain was falling. Graves glanced up at the drab, weeping sky. 'Rain's puddling. Good wood that. Going to spoil fast, mind.'
His apprentice gravedigger nodded simply to acknowledge that he had heard.
Graves shook his head, looking left, down the slight incline of the hill towards the great iron cemetery gates, through which Magistrate Rafell's nearest and dearest had hurriedly left, encouraged by the first heavy drops of rain.
'T'aint right, Perin, my boy. Family should wait 'til the departed is proper interred. T'aint right for them to leave like that.'
Perin said nothing. He was not a dramatically intelligent boy but he knew enough. He knew enough abou