I once watched an artist paint the sky. His brush caressed the canvas like a lover’s kiss. His every fluent movement, poetry in motion. At least, I thought so. The painter did not. Whether it frustration, or a lack of imagination, who knew? But the fellow grew so incensed, he snatched each sheet from his […]
When loving ghosts, one must make allowances, for their intangible nature prohibits touch, physical warmth, passion. They mire in sadness regardless of kind words, a warming sun, a lover’s wistful look. To struggle is in their make-up, their very essence. Like drifters on a highway, they patrol the ley lines you may not tread. Not […]
We waddled to the lakeside like two overstuffed penguins, laughing and joking, discussing the past. There we watched the sunset, a tangerine moment that made us cry. We looked at each other like once lovers, then jumped, or, rather, plunged. Our concrete filled boots did their job. It was bliss.
Route 66, East to West Peddle to the floor Hair a mess Driving a daydream Nightmare or more Is this forever Where the road is the law Passing the steers Who nod and agree Each carrying less Than my mental debris Faster and faster Just fumes for a bride The Pacific, it beckons Blue seas […]
“There’s one too many syllables in Death.” The Ghost Writer
50 Word Stories – Unexpected When that first snowdrop pushes through the earth, its white cap more delicate than a snowflake yet stronger than a storm, some might call it unexpected. Last night, a good man slipped the other way in search of bulbs within the earth; it was not unexpected. Unexpected: an all-encompassing word.
The circling vultures flew away disgusted.