Once their was a boy. A very unusual boy. He was running and running very fast. His breath was heavy and haunted he was. Haunted by what is unknown to many. He dashed past the billboard half torn and rusted. Something wonderfully terrible, worst than even a ghost, was chasing him. It said "To whom you think you are running from? To whom do you believe can help you? To part with me is unrealistic." He stopped dead in his tracks, he was tired of running. He was caught. The thing packed him with burden, not because it caught up, but because he stopped. The boy was done. He is no more but a...
I looked at my watch, it was nearly eight o’clock. It had been a slow night so I decided to close up shop when she walked in through the door like a cool night breeze.
She was a buxom brunette with a silhouette like magic and dreams. She wore a red and black dress that hugged her curves. This dame looked more dangerous than all the perps I had ever tailed.
She had an hour glass figure with hips like a stand-up jazz bass, ready to be pressed against you, to be plucked and played. She had red luscious lips so full and pouty she looked like she was constantly...
My hands are rough and calloused not soft, the same as my language. It is not given to me to speak soft words, which while sweet, are soon forgotten. Besides, “I love you” and “You’re beautiful” I should soon be lost and adrift in my sea of ignorance of pretty words.
So what has brought us to this?
Was it that moment you caught me looking too long before speaking or that almost imperceptible measuring look that found something more than just good and decent…leading to a different smile than I’d seen before as you gazed steadily into my eyes?
My poems always find you. Let them, as you know that every heart has an affliction and yours is forever mine to take.", Mina's voice was cracking with each word as she read the small note aloud. She drops her hands to her side, looking around as she stands on the stoop to her apartment. Her eyes searching frantically for someone she hopes not to see.
For months now Mina has been stalked by an unknown man. He leaves what he thinks are love notes by her door, on her car, in her mailbox, even had flowers delivered to her at work. She's gone to the police numerous times, but without a...
slow draw the breath taking an eternity filling his chest
then a blink setting off the departure a droplet decades in the making
on its way three hundred feet to the ground reflecting not just the light but also the shades from the peak at each point of reflection before hitting the rock bottom with a velocity and weight of a wartime projectile
a man went inside a cave in his mind. he came face to face with a gecko-headed dragon.
its fiery head alone was the size of a sixteen-wheeler, and its eyes were like great pools of iridescent oil slick. it stood towering over the man like a column of parthenon. its tongue slid up the side of its face to plop on one of its round, blank eyes, and disappeared back into its mouth-- a thin line across its entire face, reminiscent of a smile.
"who are you?" the man asked.
the gecko-dragon clucked once.
"you," it said. "you. you-ck. you-eck-eck-eck." ...
She eased her way to the river. Only light came from the moon. She looked hard to find that strange man. Her heart fluttered she began to shiver. She could see in his eyes their hearts were in tune. Her temperature went up when he grabbed her hand.
Her dear skin dress fell to the banks. She prepared for the passion she had felt building since they first met. She presses into him her river flood upon that kiss. In his bashful thoughts all he could say was thanks. Easing into the flow of her river steamy and wet. He asked as he looked will you marry me miss.
He joined the Marines at eighteen. A soldier through and through. He was tall, sturdy and always friendly. Daniel was my neighbor for nearly five years. He had moved from the high desert to the suburbs of L.A. so he could be closer to his grown children. “I have six” he once told me. “Seven” he corrected himself a second later. Two from three ex-wives and one boy whom he had picked up during a mission while his platoon was making their way through the country side in Vietnam in early ‘73. The village had been raided just a few days before they got there. There were bodies...