Short Story Collection

 

I've just released a short story collection that's about a novella's length worth of stories. Here's the amazon link.

Leaves

A nip, a chill, leaves trickle down

floating on chilly winds 

to the once grassy hills, now rusty brown

The season of warmth, turns to gold and red, as

cheerfully, we wander amidst cold wind's threats

Free image from Pixabay, Rebekka D

Sliver of Night

It only takes a drop or two; 

a dab of silver and gray to highlight the sky, 

and my mind is illuminated with poetic lines 

A curtain, a blanket, No! 

Only a sliver of night and I am made 

fully alive by the sounds of a howling moon 

I pray for highlighted clouds 

to make the rhymes aloud, then lull me to sleep~ 

the sleep of midnight’s eternity 

 First published by Sudden Denoument

Image by Robert Karkowski from Pixabay

Music in the Heart

The beauty in music and creativity
is it owes no allegiance to any entity
Free to enter the minds of all,
and soothe what ails the troubled soul
No politics or ideologies needed,
just an open heart to absorb it freely

Image by Ri Butov from Pixabay

We Forgot

We blotted out their names- and why was that 
when passionate insights, laid fame to their claims 
through scribbled words and wild sparrows 

A fount of verses, poured in 
from half-baked minds, 
high on nature and opium arrows 
but still, words that hydrated the brain, 
with philosophies of clouds, roads, 
and the mad winks 
of peculiar intellect. 

Flooded with the pain of desire, 
their words screamed in poetic inks 
decorated in cursive lines, dipped in the lust 
of celestial bodies- forgotten, by too many clicks, 
though always there to make us think

Night's Song

Where evening descends, 

there's a quiver of mystery~

the tempting fever, to join in night's reverie

Moon sky- clouds drift lazily by; 

in the moment, all around me seems to fade,

when, like magic, heavenly bodies explode across space

Stardust sprinkles down; causing the trees to smile,

like a child on Christmas morn'

while lightning bugs glow, among the sooty dark

Here I am in the midst of celestial mists, 

and the creatures cries and coos; 

to drift me off peacefully, into a dreaming fool

Originally Published in the Penwood Review, 2016

Flesh and Blood

Red like me, underneath,

the spongy flesh of a tender embrace

Shoulder to shoulder we stand; 

by grace, no distance remains

as our smiling teeth sparkle against heavenly rays

Flesh and blood pepper the alleys;

highways and homes flood them like a sea~

splattered with the drumbeat of a thousand

souls that only wish to live and love

the way we did as a wayward youth

No strings attached, nor doors locked;

no transistors to dictate our thoughts

in a world holding its breath

as the culture's tide washes over them;

May we breathe the free air again

and realize, we are the same;

one flesh and blood, each 

tainted with the struggles of life

Image by natureworks from Pixabay