Can’t Find The Words How many poems have you read about rain? Christ, how many have I written about rain? Yet right now, as I stand in the garage As the rain is slapping the sidewalk The kind of rain that should cleanse The kind of rain that should free me of the dirt...
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Down In It That’s how life goes… Just when you think Prometheus took that holy fire Handed it to Vulcan to be forged into your soul From some godly steel stashed in the backroom of Olympus Yeah, right— Because at that moment When you think you are above it all You find out Loki...
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“…every one of your so called truths have been met with challenges; confrontations that were met with one of your seemingly adept codicils— amendments that served more to underlie the false foundations of your gospels than to support them. I am not a killer, Trevor. I am an author.” Lord knows I am not...
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Consumed A fire burns in my belly Your breath is the bellows Your honey is like gasoline Blazing like a growing sun The ball is consuming me At light speed times two My seed flows like angry lava Every gasp threatens a fiery death Spewing napalm of growling devotion My eyes scorched with visions...
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Toal generally entered his estate from the back of the property. Today was different. Today was the first really nice day since he moved out of the big city and into Small Town. Based on the weatherman’s prediction, he decided hiring a taxi for the trip to work— leaving his Beemer in the garage...
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The WOTD for March 12, 2013: Bevel… Three Weekends She was in my life a grand total of three weekends; all last summer. The first Friday night; she fell on Chancer’s Bar like a whirlwind. Full of stories grounded in exotic locales, dropping names we all felt like we should know— but didn’t —and...
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The Muse can be a queer bitch, as can be witnessed in the following 55 Word Flash Fiction piece that was inspired by a conversation with my dearest friend— who happens to be “re-upping” her Catholic beliefs… You Are What You Eat The Christian cannibal was alone- the last person alive. The American missionaries...
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The Tale Of The Sea Muse series can be found as it unfolds under the ‘Series’ tab on the EWN navigation bar. Tale Of The Sea Muse “Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit,” the lanky Swede said aloud. Then he thought, did I say ‘dammit’ four, or five times? Anxiety rose like an urgent bullet because...
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What follows is my answer to the That’s Enough Of That- Memoir Prompt. Traditionally, memoirs are accountings of events that take place years before the retelling, but this one tells a tale that was played out less than eight weeks ago… The Conversation ‘That’s enough of that‘ was the look I was trying to...
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This Side Of The Door That knock out dope was a door Three weeks and twelve years to get there Pushed along the way by the heavy hand Diving through, never to look back Twenty-one days rushing to a cold bed People skating in and out and all around The twilight juice left me...
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The Rain Like this one Doesn’t seem to know When it’s done When it’s time to go Way too wet Excessively so Much gray to fret When it’s time to go
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Read the entire Tale Of The Sea Muse as it unfolds here. Enjoy! Tale Of The Sea Muse Charlie dreamed twice that night. The first was a familiar dream, one that always ended with him waking and biting back tears; tears he tried to hide from even himself. Every so often, Charlie would hear...
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Tale Of The Sea Muse (cont.) Erin was sitting up, holding a tin cup of fresh water just outside of her lips, the hot sun tried to find its way to her as the Sea Muse gently rolled with the calm water, “And you, Love?” How bad?” “I’m sure Neptune’s testicle exploding from my...
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The flashing red lights on the control panel told him/her something wasn’t quite right… was the prompt for a recent fiction writing contest at Storiad. The entries were to begin with the prompt and to exceed a 500 word count. As usual- I didn’t fare well. Over the past few years I have entered...
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The The Of the Sea Muse is now listed in the site navigation under the Series tab. Tale Of The Sea Muse (cont.) “Abram. Abram Wolf.” I stood with my back to the ocean, casting my shadow over her so she wouldn’t have to squint, or cover those gorgeous blue eyes when she looked...
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It has been a few weeks since Sea Muse I was published to launch Sea Muse Sunday. Tonight I will attempt to erase that discretion by publishing two installments of the story my muse keeps feeding me one delicious morsel at a time. Tale Of The Sea Muse (cont.) …With you in my arms...
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About a month ago, my muse came to me, slapped my chest with this and told me to write it as it comes- no more, no less. Then she laughed evilly over her shoulder as she split the scene. Since then, she has shit three more ‘scenes’ to write, without giving me the slightest...
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I don’t know if it was all the ‘Supermoon’ hype, or my sexy muse at work, but I know I felt something at 1:40 a.m. the other morning- and then dreamed the rest of it later. The Moon Dance The moon, tho’ not full Cut the night left and right Like a surgeon’s sharp...
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After all these months, I finally have an inspired counterpart to the sonnet, The Burn. After The Burn was published, a dear friend asked for an answer to it— of sorts. So I scratched my noodle, wadded up a ton of paper, drained 47 ink pens, and came up with not only an answer,...
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All should be quiet All should be calm But from my porch I can hear the noise, a clamoring riot An occasional car Passing through town Not all that close Empty morn air brings it from far Frogs sing the song Calling for new mates Unbroken melodies Going on for God knows how long...
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