Three Different Ways

Category: Prose

  • I Have A Little Poppet Doll

    So. Um. Here’s another reason why Keri should wait for the coffee to kick in before getting near any communication device in the morning. Oh Twitter, you suffer my abuses of language, and you do it so well.

  • Plan B

    The roses. The ribbons. The baby’s breath intertwined. The platters. The goblets. The special bottle of wine. The tablecloth. The napkins. The inked and handwritten cards. All strewn about the floor amidst clumps of broken shards.

  • Easy

    The crumbs are hardening on the plate. I’m actually watching the moist smears harden.

  • One Sunday Afternoon

    What silliness. Are you ill? Perhaps you’ve caught a cold, or one of those roving illnesses that sweep through the city from time to time. Look at you. You worry me.

  • Tomorrow

    “When will it open?”, asked the son. “Tomorrow.”, replied the mother. “But I want it to open today!”, demanded the son. “Not the right time.”, replied the mother. And the son was sent out to play.

  • muse

    write and do not stop until after the world has ended and has been reborn anew

  • First Fruit

    I went to the gods To the wheel To the forge To the very gates And shook my fist With yells and cries and shouts of defiance

  • Tick & Tock

    On the left side of my room A clock ticks the passing seconds On the right side of my room A second clock tocks the passing seconds

  • The Maddening

    Such longing it drives me to barely restrained sighs that conceal the depths of trembling pain in my bones

  • Forgotten

    I have forgotten