‘Writing’ Archives
Can’t Find The Words
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 [Read More]
Down In It
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 [Read More]
The Resurrection Of Trevor Evans
The Resurrection Of Trevor Evans Dusty sunlight sliced into the room, and across the top of the well worn oaken dining room table where it embraced the manuscript sitting at the far end. Detective Gianpaolo “Gino” Piccoli stood, hands buried in his wrinkled trench coat, [Read More]
The Death Of Trevor Evans
“…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, [Read More]
Consumed
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 [Read More]
The Insidious Giant | WOTD | Ha-Ha
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— [Read More]
Three Weekends | WOTD | Bevel
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 [Read More]
The Tainted Umbrella | WOTD | Haberdashery
What follows also appears in the FaceBook group WOTD and was generated for Dictionary.com’s Word Of The Day for Sunday, March 10th, 2013. The Word was haberdashery. Every day, at nearly the exact time, the sky turned ashen and thick. Everything looked like it was part [Read More]
This Side Of The Door | Poem
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 [Read More]
The Rain | Poem
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 [Read More]
The Vault | Another Failed Contest Entry
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. [Read More]
The Moon Dance | Poetry
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 [Read More]
Thawed | Poetry | Sonnet
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 [Read More]
The Keep of Dreams | Poetry | Sonnet
My dreams often drop me off at interesting places, and this one left me somewhere I need to be… The Keep of Dreams On a Scottish Knoll, somewhere near the coast Where seas were crashing, spraying salty foam Above the plain, where bramble is the host Sat the ruins of a [Read More]
The Rage | Poem
As I sat on the porch at 2 in the morning, a mighty storm passed through the landscape around me- crashing into the primal tempest boiling in my soul. This poem is the result… The Rage Rain driving through concrete Wood, trees, and asphalt Thor’s mighty hammer [Read More]
Four In The Morning | Poem
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 [Read More]
Burnt Bread | Poetry
Yes- I am howling for you… Burnt Bread Poetry written in spilled flour Powder on flesh, tiger stripes traced Wolfish eyes blazing for hours Last letters blown silent so words would race Verses blurred into whispered growls Nails on skin as two hearts howl Primal [Read More]
Distance | Poetry
This wonderful poem was inked by a beautiful soul, Helen (@Colour_Being on Twitter) and inspired by Time Away. Enjoy! Distance Can’t reach, I’m sorrowed for every inch Of distance - Turns words into whispers, Parts grace In’ Leather and Lace. We dance With [Read More]
Breathing | Poem
Breathing Easier when I kiss you Harder when I miss you Impossible without you Unleashed within you Under your wings My breath sings Away from you My face is blue Breathing [Read More]
Time Away | Poetry
An answer to this poem of yearning was given by Helen (Colour_Being) and what a wonderful answer it is! Time Away Every breath is heavy Each heart beat thunders I ache due to love’s levy Wonder if I’ll be torn asunder Hours seem like long years Life blurs before [Read More]
