
Whiskey eyes smoulder
From beneath a raven fringe
Intoxicating
Never did like the headaches
Which is why I quit drinking
Thank you for reading
Richard

Whiskey eyes smoulder
From beneath a raven fringe
Intoxicating
Never did like the headaches
Which is why I quit drinking
Thank you for reading
Richard

A little background Talking to someone for several hours a day through the medium of glass is difficult. There’s no two ways about it. Technology has…
When Inspiration Strikes

A little background Talking to someone for several hours a day through the medium of glass is difficult. There’s no two ways about it. Technology has…
When Inspiration Strikes
A big thank you to editor Manuela Timofte for publishing my latest poem to the wonderful Gobblers & Masticadores site. Concave is a short poem about love. I hope you enjoy.
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Don’t forget to have a read of the other fantastic poetry and prose on offer.
Thank you for reading
Richard
A big thank you to editor Manuela Timofte for publishing my latest post in Gobblers & Masticadores.
Even Those Above reimagines the troubles of the higher beings. Creation and it’s dismantling isn’t quite the wonder we might think.
Please do check out the wonderful writing and poetry on the site.
Thank you for reading
Richard
Richard M. Ankers
I’m delighted to have my short fiction story ‘Like Milk‘ included in the Valentine’s Day edition of the wonderful Poetry as Promised magazine.
I hope you get a chance to check out my work and all the other fantastic offerings. Enjoy!
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers:
Author of The Eternals Series and Britannia Unleashed

We flourished beside the pool like two happy frogs waiting to take a joyous dip. Lotus flowers floated there atop the becalmed water, like the reflections of perfectly captured stars. A dragonfly, apparently unaware of the twilight, zipped about like an army helicopter, downing as many enemies as his mandibles-for-bullets could bite. A breaching moon threatened one horizon as a submerging sun teased the other. A swan’s neck rose from the reeds like an elegant white snake and then dipped away. The universe hung on her next breath, as did I.
“I love this pool. Don’t you?” she breathed. But my mouth did that thing where some old hag had stitched up my lips, so I just nodded. “There’s something about how it captures everything, from those tiny, stray dandelion seeds to entire eternities. That’s what I think, anyway.” Again, I nodded. “You don’t say much for a man so keen for a date.” I smiled and shrugged. “Meh! Probably for the best. You wouldn’t want to spoil the moment.” As if on queue, she leaned in. I didn’t have to move anything but my lips.
Years later, and the television presenter claimed the police to have found them. All of them. Those dive-bombing children, so obese as to flatten the bullrushes, who had disturbed the pond one last time. They’d stamped on the frogs and stolen the swan’s eggs before they’d even hatched. The presenter looked disgusted, but he was smiling on the inside at the dramatic news story now attached to his name. They were to close the whole area off to ‘re-establish the ecosystem.’ I wanted to cry. It wasn’t that I was an eco-warrior or anything, just that I’d kissed eternity there once, and now I’d never see those stars again.
The End
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers. Author: The Eternals Series and Britannia Unleashed
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