It is a beautiful day today. This is a rough draft of a poem I am working on. Deals with sight, ignorance and acceptance. I will probably post a revision of this poem in the next couple of days. Sun crystallizes, rays break into glass, sharp enough to cut. your eyes glitter, always shining, reflecting…
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Short Story: Mrs. Morrison’s Afternoon
This is a short story I wrote for a submission for thefirstline.com. This site gives a prompt called ‘the first line’ which for this particular submission period was, “Mrs.Morrison was too busy to die.” This story was declined but I am very fond of it. I also admire thefirstline.com for their ingenious prompts and amazing…
Freehand Poem #4: BLOOD (Revision)
Free Hand #4 (version one) The blood that seeps into Cracks and crevices of rock and stone. Tile, carpet, wood. Painting painting Painting the night with a sweetest, irony Scent. Touch the edge, smear the finger tips. Rouge the red, on the bathroom floor. Parts of you, parts of us all, in the blood On…
Self Immolation [a poem]
A piece I am working on, inspired by the self sacrifice of Thic Quang Duc (1963). The sun set softly in a sea of gold, a hell under the flesh erupted into flames that climbed up the spine, engulfing the head. Enlightenment and flesh boiled in glorious colors that illuminated the eyes of onlookers….
Freehand Poem #4: BLOOD
The blood that seeps into Cracks and crevices of rock and stone. Tile, carpet, wood. Painting painting Painting the night with a sweetest, irony Scent. Touch the edge, smear the finger tips. Rouge the red, on the bathroom floor. Parts of you, parts of us all, in the blood On the floor. ————————————— If you’re…