Cold, Dark, and Handsome

This is an older poem which I may or may not have posted (if I did, it was to my now-defunct site). In any case, I thought of it this morning, so here it is: Cold, Dark, and Handsome I like my men cold, dark, and handsome, you say, and I tell you I haveContinue reading “Cold, Dark, and Handsome”

Final Moments

Final Moments When at long last, I draw my last breath and the crowd of people who don’t care– who have never cared and will never care, fighting, arguing people, marching idiots, resounding gongs and clanging symbols that fill the dark canyon in which I find myself nightly, bereft of reason but hoping… at thatContinue reading “Final Moments”

Escape

Escape You break so easily, you tell me as you swing the hammer toward my face, and I meet it without flinching, expecting the blow, craving it, the slow explosion of pain across my broken cheeks, the sharp exhale of my shattered breath as it escapes my body and I fall into darkness so deepContinue reading “Escape”

Replication

  Replication He replicated himself one dark and dismal day when the rain wouldn’t stop and the people who lived near him–the ones he never spoke to but watched from the corner of his eye–stayed inside and watched static on their broken televisions and listened to atonal screaming from men and women who lived andContinue reading “Replication”

Vincent and Lily (part of a story)

I wrote this some day ago and still like it. Please forgive any typos and mistakes…I don’t have it in me to do anything more than cursory proofreading.  Birds tire of flying after a while. One bird named Tom was exhausted and said to his wing mate, “Listen, I gotta take a rest. I’ll catchContinue reading “Vincent and Lily (part of a story)”

The Death Munchies?

Who knows? I came across this yesterday when I was looking for another story draft to finish. It made me laugh. “I’ve got the death munchies,” I said to an abandoned sea shell. The world turned and turned for no good reason other than it had always turned and didn’t see any point in changingContinue reading “The Death Munchies?”

Something deep and troubling had occurred…(story draft)

I began writing this story in 2008, and I’m surprised I’m still able to connect to the characters and their voices. I didn’t think they had anything else to say. For now, I’ll call this story complete. It never had a title, and I can’t come up with one now. So it goes.   SomethingContinue reading “Something deep and troubling had occurred…(story draft)”

To Finish or Not to Finish….

That is the proverbial question. I have so many stories I’ve started and never finished that it’s become par for the course. If I have a good start–characters I care about, dialogue that flows well, a decent plot–it’s almost a guarantee that I’ll move onto something else. Part of the reason is my ADD (undiagnosed,Continue reading “To Finish or Not to Finish….”