Introduction The identity of an individual who wants to remain anonymous for as yet undetermined reasons is trying to be discovered. A series of clues are slowly discovered that give insights into the individual's background, leading to their identity and the mystery behind not wanting to reveal who they were. One You're hunched over the cluttered desk in your cramped, rented office above the pawn shop, the stale smell of...

I have a jack daniel's And a pack of cigarettes labeled boredom On my table.

No leaves to rustle, no birds to nest of tree skeletons with brittle cones a haunting grace waiting the thaw with a promise green, never be as winds sigh through cages of bones a dark beauty of their final rest with hollowed music lonely and cold No leaves to rustle, no birds to nest

If we could only hold hands of each other And lean into each other, feeling the warmth of movement Without asking for fame Free of self doubt and care Career Just our bodies and minds Money For nothing, fruit for free Just hold our hands And lean each other’s warm bodies And run naked through open fields, And fall on a warm bed of thick sensual moss.

…the rain came down, a steady soft sound, on the roof. Running like a river, down the window pane. And so it went, lost in the flow, quiet moments, of simplicity.

I stare at his shoes on my lap. My eyes see them. My small hands caress over the tough leather. My touch feels them. They are empty today. Like him, sometimes. I place my feet inside them today. I fill the emptiness, for him, sometimes. They feel cold today. Like him, sometimes. I wriggle my toes calmly today. I move to provide the warmth, for him, sometimes. They are big today. Like him, sometimes. I make my feet bigger...

Staying under water. I had grown that natural attachment. Any time in the surface. I naturally made my way underneath. It felt better to my skin.

Introductions It was inevitable. It was going to happen sooner or later. Many hoped for the later rather than the sooner, but it happened when they expected it least. There were a few, here and there, who dreamed about this event. They, of course, tried to tell others of it, but they wouldn't accept it, said it was delusional, fantastical even. The more they went on about it, trying to warn others, they were taken away to...

At the age of 21, Jack Williams finally graduated. But he wasn't graduating from university—he was barely graduating from high school. Jack wasn't stupid, but with his parents obsessed with making money, there was no time left for him. As a result, Jack's schoolwork was left for dead. He could barely read. At home, he spent all his time playing video games. Jack has zero interest in his appearance or clothing. He rarely c...

Eminent, easy to memorize Your glistening sapphire eyes, Plucked from summer skies Made the whole world harmonize Softly spoken except for loud cries. Countless conversations met replies. Your innocent voice Made the heavens rejoice Gentle heart filled with down feathers Playful mind brimmed with sunshiny weathers Infinite love met infinite compassion A being that only the gods themselves could fashion The candle of life...

In the dim lit corners of my mind, shadows coil like serpents, a pulse, a beckoning, each flicker of the candle, drawing me deeper into the night. Tracing the outlines of your face, etching your name on my skin, a tattoo of longing, each letter a thorn, each breath a shiver, cold as the grave. In this room, walls pulse with whispers, air thick with your scent—a bitter-sweetness, like rain on rusted metal, and I drown in i...

Here it is that time of year. Oh, excuse me, let me introduce myself and my wife. I am Tom Turkey and that is my wife over there Tammy Turkey. You would think we would love this time of year with the leaves changing and crispness in the air. Tammy loves the cool air she says makes her feathers fluff up nicely. We love the smell of pumpkin pies cooking but we don’t like the smell of some of our friends cooking. We know thi...

In the black stillness between stars, the ISS Valhalla was little more than a whisper of geometry and light. Her silver hull bore the marks of centuries of travel — scratches from dust storms on forgotten moons, the pitted evidence of micro-impacts. She was humanity’s finest explorer, her Zeklon drive able to twist space itself, folding a thousand light-years like the crease of a page. Inside, there was motion — soft foot...

CHAPTER 11 – Conclusions Year 2019 – Henrietta (NY). Not far from the Greater Rochester International Airport. Sonja turned the last page of the diary, with tears flowing from her eyes, before closing it. The last annotation was from Megan. It said “Mom died peacefully in her bed, surrounded by the whole family, including grand-grand-grand-children, and all our love, the twelfth of April 1851, at 85 years of age.” Signed...

Poetry is madness A ritual I do, but do not know. A night that conquers, Drunks me to helplessness. And it kills shame, Guilt. It hits you like an exploding racket. It shoots out you naked.