A British Spy

M entered the room. Gabriel was smoking a cigarette on the couch. M sat down across from him: "So you wish to be a British Spy?" "Of course. Is that a problem?"

Dying

The day began with the sun wrestling for attention in the crisp of air

Hunger

we know she’ll be back in the morning of our awakening mid-night shift tired from waitress duties

Many years ago

I ripped the cap off against my jeans almost taking my thigh along with it, and pressed the bottle to my lips with one great chug-a-lug gulp and almost died.

Flickerbook butterfly

Yet real Springtime will be here soon; tattooed wings shattering cocoons part of the reawakened Spring; then my heart will beat bright red wings.

Sudden Snow

silently, softly, smothering, enveloping, quieting, soothing, hushing, confining all of the noise and the rushing. Flakes cease from falling, children erupting – chance of rare playground,

This week

More spontaneous garbage.

Monarch

A nice little ringer of a poem born out of my own fatalistic views of life and stanch realism. Hope you get a kick out of this fellow writers and readers.

Pointless Sense of Appraisal

A rant meant to rightously tick you off and arouse a sense of motivation in you, writing friends. Not for the weak or feint of heart. Read well, write well as always.

The Snake!

Some things we can't explain, sometimes I wonder if this has happened to the VERY young .....

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