A Flower For My Love

I wrote a poem about picking a beautiful flower and giving it to no woman in particular. I think this poem encapsulates the feelings a man has for his partner.

Footsteps

I remember too much and I remember nothing. So many names have danced through my longest nights. So many times have been lost between dreams and memory. I grow older and I learn

Disengage

Covert under the duvet I sputter-fire into the handset on a mission of I don't know what. "Ring the alarm", Clair would say My friends work so hard to keep me disengaged.

Fabricated Hope

"...For our entire lives I had glazed everything with a mystical lustre that glimmered with sweet sentiments of fabricated hope, but in that instance none of my fabled words could distort reality..."

Elegy of an End

The flutes whisper to me. I can feel their multifaceted chorus of infinite chords pounding through my mind, their song blowing the world to dust.

Their Faces All So Lovely

Please, don't let any of that Happen, spare me!

Pleurisy by Day

Pleurisy by Day Breathing is a movement of sticks rubbing creaking in a papery high wind a whistle around a window frame of ribs a whispery crackle of lungs and lining
Cherry

Safari

200 words.

Only Fruitcake

Only Fruitcake "Would it be alright if we came to tea ,are you up to it?"How are you?" "Devastated to tell the truth.They said yesterday that they won't do

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