Cherrypicked stories
Blood on the Rose
A shadow drifts in shades of red Blood stains speckled on the moon, A grave of roses under a cross to bear Bloody footprints in the flower bed. A man...
- Read more about Blood on the Rose
- Log in to post comments
- 822 reads
Now waking sad a poem better not written
And on those evenings In between the sheets. The moon turns sad, And there are only ordinary things, Anywhere. In between the sheets. I am alone...
- Read more about Now waking sad a poem better not written
- Log in to post comments
- 765 reads
Moment
The morning sun, distracted by the sky, barely notices her stir, her tea as she rises The sky stretches from chimney to antennae and then crows at a...
- Read more about Moment
- Log in to post comments
- 640 reads
A Story
read it twice.. you have to look close to see it all
- Read more about A Story
- Log in to post comments
- 431 reads
Y---liplock
liplock the first time is never idyllic because its a trap--i caught you unaware in the glare of dance lights and iced mixed drinks; fancy footwork...
- Read more about Y---liplock
- Log in to post comments
- 945 reads
Define animal
I want to write about animals
- Read more about Define animal
- Log in to post comments
- 2541 reads
Vampires&;#063;
A poem about dead vampire girls, hmmm...
- Read more about Vampires&;#063;
- Log in to post comments
- 551 reads
Wolfe at the Biennial
so here we have arrived at megalopolis and there at the Whitney Museum another juried show and the Hitler analogies make the Mayor scream "like an...
- Read more about Wolfe at the Biennial
- Log in to post comments
- 457 reads
In a memory
Walking back from town at night, then everything seemed to be there for me...
- Read more about In a memory
- Log in to post comments
- 516 reads
Stimulation
a (then) unrequited love poem to a delightfully scented friend ...
- Read more about Stimulation
- Log in to post comments
- 838 reads
Impression
a companion piece to 'Forensics' (Pt. 2, some months later ...)
- Read more about Impression
- Log in to post comments
- 696 reads
Good Day To Die
no dark clouds cross this sky the trees not wracked by bitter winds the sea not twisted torn in torment terror today is not a good day to die
- Read more about Good Day To Die
- Log in to post comments
- 772 reads
Weather Or Not
Through opalescant mauve cold and careless crocadile tears hail ill met. Sluice of shimmering tendons gutter gathered rain muscles slur and sing...
- Read more about Weather Or Not
- Log in to post comments
- 872 reads
Heave
Stop that! What you're doing, it's nauseating; drawing them words in the animal fat smeared across the formica. With your fingers all greasy like...
- Read more about Heave
- Log in to post comments
- 684 reads
I am suitably contrite
It would appear the system said that you are being cheeky (i blushed bright red) and are attempting to rate your own story! was that one mine? We...
- Read more about I am suitably contrite
- Log in to post comments
- 1017 reads
Waking glad a poem written in green biro
And on those mornings In between the sheets. The sun wakes glad, And there are no ordinary things, Anywhere. In between the sheets. I am always me...
- Read more about Waking glad a poem written in green biro
- Log in to post comments
- 760 reads
The poem wit no title
He said do you hog the covers? and I was his just as sure as i loved my mom, chocolate and my favourite tv programme. And this was what I had done...
- Read more about The poem wit no title
- Log in to post comments
- 662 reads
Dream
Ivory and intelligent, the snake. A real thing in a real dream. Knew. It knew the woman, who: smiled like trees screaming; talked love; taught...
- Read more about Dream
- Log in to post comments
- 683 reads