Non-Fiction Prose by Top Critiquers

echoes heard
felt reverberating
off the walls of
cenotes discovered

respect is reflected
found rippling & shimmering
upon the surface of
opposing pools

uniqueness mirrored
shaped what was seen
swimming naked
in fully clothed splendor;
smiling softly
while permissing a kiss

tasting a lover on my lips

I dreamt we stood on the fringes
of a chateau.
 
Lingering at the front of a tiny church with stained glass windows and monastic ceilings that were risen as we walked upon polished wooden floors, and in that lucid state of mind whilst immersed in that very moment, you triggered a flow of salty tears, and I knew what it meant.
 
Outside, was just as beautiful as we leant upon one another overlooking the endless fields of flowers that seemingly blossomed & swayed with us as we danced throughout the transition from sunlight, to dusk.  
 
We share...

There were tests
Fuck your anxiety
With love and great respect
This is a subject where I can say
And mean it with every ounce of my being
Mind your own business
You told me not to tell him years ago
When he fell within that time frame
I took your advice and didn't stand in the way of his life. So take my advice and fuck off......your friend, sincerely
Dizzzzzzy

your mouth savours the synesthesia          
rupturing on my tongue ..        
you saturated me with one letter at          
a time .intoxicaticating parts of          
yourself poured into my          
suffocating          
veins;          
         
where mouvement dwells only          
in morse codes ^ your rosewater
'soaked hands delicately
intrudes between clenching
openness and peculiar thighs  
of historical memoirs  
         
a breathless riddle        
for you, 'i bleed          
to...

Housing Court in the Big Easy

 The bailiff says, “All rise for the honorable Judge Shapiro.” He adjusts his long wavy hair like a movie star preparing for a shoot as he proceeds down the aisle.  
   The cult leader, Mo, says, “We’re trying to wean them off the weed, just like a mother weans her baby off nursing.”
    My mom says, “My daughter plays with one of your little girls. She says your place reeks of pot.”
    The cult leader responds, “We don’t want them to go cold turkey. So we do it gradually. They could go into convulsions otherwise.”
    Mom says,...