Flash Fiction – 400 words – “A Link and the Step” – 6/27/2022

Love remains a fire, roaring in a man’s heart. One long look runs out towards a feeble horizon much like a rope. A rope, a link from one journey to its never-ending stay. He can see that sun falling. It falls, as one tears can, patient upon its place to his cheek. Those tears do […]

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Poems of War – Poem #1 from “Soil of War, Sea of Grief” – Title: Held, in the Droplets – Modern Romanticism – 4/24/2022

Mothers tosslast remains of comfort,nestled to their sonsnestled in the sun.Some Reaperbrought them to sleep.Somewhere in Hell,the fire yellsthe sounds for the knell,as the funeral burns, to thewalks towards the sea. As all masked facesare singing for lifelessness,in the emotionlessstances, to the stance of the patriotwarring to the war of caught soilin their eyes. As […]

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Poem – “Burial of Blue” – Modern Romanticism – 4/23/2022

Feint. Ingloriousto the thuds of formsagainst the gentle earth.One blooming pair of lipsare rounded in flesh,born to undressone body dressed in black. With all the tears of Neptune,sighing in eternity’s doom.For arms, lovers walkedwithout miles to skip.Under stars, lovers talkedcaught in the moonlight’s anchorthat brought them buriedelsewhere. For toil,above the soil,she carried his heartfar into […]

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Poem – “One of Autumn Leaves” – Modern Romanticism – 4/14/2022

Blown free from armsof a tree, leaving dust in a fall,settling in the handsof winter to its call.Am I here, given a blanket of cold?Offered a quilt of somethingnot for me to scold – in truest gratitude,that the faces of emptinesssee more in me than the shadowswhere I lay, underneath. Under where faint droplets of […]

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Poem – “When Hell comes Easier” – Modern Romanticism – 4/14/2022

Here’s a stone. There’s a trail.Burning fingers will hurl what it canwhen the past will bandagethe tomorrow. When the past will reminda farewell to the openwindow, or the open fieldof the purpose for day to fade. When morning comes,leave me beneath these sheets. When mourning runs,bring it back, riding the sigh, – the wind, the […]

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Poem – “Feel at Home” – Modern Romanticism – 2/26/2022

In the dark, these eyes are shut to gray. Inside stained hearts, there is a weight to wield on marches, where hands shield – faces, from the rain. Dirges and dirt, funerals and broken vows to guard against pain. Disconnect me, reconnect belief – in the vivid hurt. All that I grow in gardens of […]

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Flash Fiction – “Life in Repeated Circles” – 2/15/2022

There was, to a sea where no sun chooses to rise, a morbid fascination with life. With the hope, with the face that would be shown in the reflection upon the waves; this was where someone did look upon. From his balcony, all he ever saw was reflections. Reflection of stars, of the moon, and […]

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Short Story – “Crying without Weather” – 2/14/2022

To assure the solemn, then begin to reassure that one in those depths. Assuming first that a man here is not crying because of the weather, as no dark clouds exist within the sapphire-blue skies. Omit then that they could have been the culprit to his mood. If the sun is great and bright, then […]

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Poem – “Like a Dog to a Bone” – Modern Romanticism – 2/3/2022

I did. I handed you the rope, while you chewed the air with it. I loved, indeed I loved, drying my tears, licking my wounds. Chasing tails, sharing stares beneath thunder and moons. Choking on the bones of the dead. Was there ever enough envy? The summer, back, the winter, black with snow to disguise […]

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Poem – “Which Direction is Right?” – Modern Romanticism – 1/25/2022

Off track,behind the timesof everyone else’s smiles. Fill me with blue,remind me of the sea.Elevate me with the moonwhile the sun goes to sleep.I can run around,toss aroundwhile the earth jogs its mile. Into November,where eyes can rememberthe speech that told a patternin the leaves.The fallen, scattered.As those swept withinwere against the grain,were sun-blocked,were in […]

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Philosophy – “A Theory on the Holiday Blues” – 12/24/2021

“What a person most expects is everything they shouldn’t. A gift can be expected, though only at the same level as offering a server a tip. It had been expected, that for the server’s excellent hospitality, they were given something for that reason. Although, what is a gift? What is ever defined as a true […]

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