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- Fiction > Action-Adventure
He put me in here because I’m broken. I used to believe that the rest of the world existed the same way I believed in the gods. Now I’m not sure about either. Every day, the lights go down, and it’s not the sun’s light. I’m stuck in the suspicious black until the lights come up again. I c... - Poetry > Free VerseGet out of my sight, I thought in agony when you passed. Because whenever you’re near, the breath is knocked out of my chest like a songbird from a branch. But then you stared with those eyes, and I thought, Maybe it’s not so bad… but the edges of my heart were ripping their blood...
- Poetry > BalladHe marches through an open arch and bows adoring crowds into a frenzy of cheers. He doesn’t know that I watch for him to make just one more mistake… like yesterday. He billows away with a smile on his face, so fake like the start of his new reign. He doesn’t know how to run t...
- Poetry > BalladA tuft of reddish-brown, never-flattening hair stuck out from under a fur hat, and if you looked close, you would see the small gold ring in his right earlobe. If you asked him about it, he would tell you it was from his latest visit to Morocco, where everyone’s smiles are wider than their d...
- Poetry > Free VerseStack up the sticks one by one against each other until they cave in again. Don’t fall down don’t feel bad don’t cry don’t sigh my dear. Your silence is golden. Watch everyone else speak their minds and keep quiet because they hear not what you say; are much too busy for you,...
- Poetry > BalladWhat I weep for is you and me, myself. When anguish can’t be expressed in human words any longer we weep clawing at the warm moist guts of the earth with sharpened fingernails we scream line up with tear-tracks down our cheeks as they call out numbers, a blue tattoo. Soup and ...
- Poetry > Free VerseHis power is out. He sits in the darkness, Lamborghinis flashing past under orange streetlamps, wealth that’s not his own as the lightning comes closer he clenches his fists, knuckles hard and pale. His power is out and he sits alone, eyes large and shining, feral. gulping air w...
- Poetry > BalladWe was trav’lin’ along an’ ’e says to me, Think we’ll make it? I glance at the ’orizon red as his love’s lips an’ I says to ’im We’ll do well enough, lad. Keep on, I says. Them cliffs look ’arsh, says ’e. I peer down, an’ there’s the roilin’ surf, angry lik...
- Poetry > BalladIf Fate had a mailbox on a country road somewhere believe me when I say she’d get mail from me out there. She works in funny ways shouting riddles right and left; when asked for clarification sends another just to vex. Why me? I’d ask her first, in a letter sealed with wax. Don’t...
- Poetry > BalladNo two skies are ever the same but that’s how you look at them. I wish you could see the beauty I see when I look at the sky. I know I’m not perfect. Everything I’ve held dear crumbled like burnt paper in my hands and blew along the western wind. You know I make mistakes. I wish yo...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe measure in the corner flashed purple and said, HAPPINESS: 871 points – LOW. The silt in the river ran thick and black over my bare toes. The air solidified like a cubic inch of cold water in my throat and when he misspelled “alive” so it said “alove” I didn’t correct it b...
- Fiction > RomanceWhen a fist is making a direct path for one’s face, one – under normal circumstances – ducks, and then swings back in revenge. In short, that is the point of most stories, and this one is no exception. This story, however, is in the extraordinary position of having its point be its beginnin...
- Poetry > Free VerseShe squared the roots of the mildewy pines and wrote equations from cancerous stars til they ripped from the blackest of intelligent minds and shed light on the theorems they marred. Through wormholes to squelching green microscope slides to the quotient of candy and dime, the absolute valu...
- Fiction > Romance“Just get out! I don’t even want to see you anymore,” I screamed at his back as he turned to leave. He just made me so mad. The words hit him like a solid, tangible thing, and he whirled around and stomped over to me, took my shoulders and shook me. “Listen to yourself, Adel! You’re out...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionOne watching from the sidelines – or from, say, behind ferns in restaurants, or streetlamps on the corner of Chambers and Broadway (not that I was doing that) – might’ve seen it differently. But when Corporal O’Dey and his German shepherd police dog Mecca crossed the street looking fierce, t...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt took a long while. Getting ready for nighttime. Clean and painted, fresh and scented, awake and ready. I thought. What do I want to do tonight? I thought I wanted to go out tonight. I thought a visit to the clear-glass shops of ribbon-wrapped parcels, and the local symphony, a wa...
- Poetry > Free VerseHe said if she was a melody, he’d use only the good notes– what he forgot was: she’d moved out of earshot; so faint he spoke in his warbling hum. She waited for inspiration forever. It finally came like a bird in the fall, though her tresses were grey and her eyes like deep wells. Tho...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe sparrow warbled, darting about as, over the water, mist clotted. Swamp cows undulated their lowing, melancholy as always in the wet. Creepers grew up over quaggy, leafless blackened birches and choked themselves to get to the sun. The woodland grew around the marsh and hunched togethe...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt hung on the tree like a sad little tear as the rain drizzled down all around it. The sky was steel-grey and the colors were dull, but that splot of blood-orange caught my eye. Then a wind came abruptly to knock at the branches and I watched as they poked at it sharply. With a quick little shudder...
- Poetry > BalladI’ve tried to write satire, and all kinds of song but every line I write and its rhythm just don’t get along. I’ve attempted short stories of fiction and fact and even those kind more lacking in tact. Incidentally, too, I’ve worn out my wrist on playwriting, limericks– well,...
- Poetry > Free Verse“Something’s been bugging me lately… time to come clean.” Good thing we got this prompt today. Something HAS been bugging me lately. Convenient how that happens: you’re there, thinking about this thing that’s bugging you and finally you get to do something about...
- Poetry > Free VerseDreary Arizona, dripping cold, wet rain today. Blurry cars drive past out the windows under a low gray winter sky, but inside the temperature is rising as anger seeps through the walls like red paint poured on an altar. This day was meant for the opposite of what's being felt right now; rose...
- Poetry > BalladThe Christmas trees, can you see them now? All lit and tinseled fine? No, no, I can’t see, but I wish you wouldn’t try to try too hard to guess why. A truck, please, Santa, and a few things more, if it’s not so very much trouble… My home to be whole, please, Santa, or am I praying t...
- Poetry > Free VerseA furious night of red flashing, pulsing as the world beats with savage drums on lit orange streetcorners dark eyes and black leather, quick trigger fingers flipping…brrrr… through rupees Spices and gasoline in briny sea air, light lines on gridlocked freeways Horns blaring like dropp...
- Poetry > Free VerseStrange how we tend not to notice the small things: the breath in a song, a single flake of glitter between the floorboards, an eyelash on a bath towel, the chink of seashells threaded on twine, or the cross on any quotidian bedroom door. But then again, isn’t it odd… that we tend to n...
