Immersed inside a book outside a storeThe lady stopped, involved in stories deep.To break into her mind might prove a boorBut surely one could ask to take a peep. What novel had she found inside the stall,A queer old book or volume bound in calf?Perchance...
There is no doubt that poetry has a unique ability to move the human spirit; an ability shared only with music and far more so than even the greatest prose, however impassioned. It is, therefore, no surprise that the greatest composers have felt impelled...
Do stories ever write themselves?Sometimes it seems so.They spill forth from our fingertips with no effortYet I’ve stared for hours at my paper, and no print rises upNor does my pen dip itself and begin to form the lettersThe blank white computer window i...
Bitter Boston snow covered the ground near Lewis Hall, right across from the campus church. Gloved hands hung to the sides of the bodies they belonged to, so close, so craving the warmth, but never touching. Casey smiled over at Caroline’s button nose, so...
My sonGod took a piece of my heartMade it youAnd made it lastA love like thisAn ache in my chestA love like thisI must confessI really wasn't sureHow I would feelBut now I knowBecause you are realI had to see youTo feel itTouch you, hold youTo believe itN...
Another day, more work.Tiredness looms around the corner,yet I do my duty. People buzz around,coming and going. Everyone has their own agenda,their own mission. Mine? To write poems. Data entry just fills a dull hole,but stories and poemsfill my soul. I w...
Reality is heavy Duty is steep Tell me a story To help me sleep It doesn’t need a hero A middle or an endJust start with the wordsAnd let us begin Give me fearAnd hate and painSometimes, cryingReleases the strain Make me laughAnd dance and singGet los...
(This was written several months ago) Today my father told me I shouldn't write at night anymore. That, unless it was a journal, I should stop writing; because all the stories I write I alone see. This broke my heart. I rarely say this, but, my dad is wro...
My mom left me at my cousin’s house and went hunting with her sister and brother-in-law, Kathy and Don. My mom and my aunt are tribal members, so hunting is loosely regulated, but Don isn't a member, and shouldn't have gone with them. It was very late bef...
My storybook lover is romantic, he would never hurry his sweetheart in a love scene, but tonight I want him to... "Make love to me, darling. In one hundred words or less." "Micro fiction?" "Yes." "Get your skirt off then." I begin slowly undoing the butto...
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