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Playlist- a poem

When the rain comes down In the still of the night You're beautiful A girl like you Gorgeous Boys don't cry, I want to know what love is You're wonderful I'm in over my head In the end Love don’t come easy I'm on your side What I've done With this crazy little thing...

The Lines – Part 2

Drinking her orange juice, a woman watched as the laughing boy and the girl with the red hair left the coffee shop. The woman just came back from her work at the supermarket, but before she went home, she wanted to take a breath. When she finished her juice, she...

“Love Wins, Winston”  (Part 2 of 2)

“Love Wins, Winston” (Part 2 of 2)

Life FIVE:      Mr. Goldaus had three sons.  One afternoon he sent them out to the backyard with lunch so he could have some peace and quiet.  As the boys were chatting about narwhals, they simultaneously realized someone was staring at them from above.      “It's a...

The Guitarist

The Guitarist

Image by Pexels from Pixabay After a month of having my name on an undesired nominated list, which I was dying to remove myself from the paper of adversity, I ultimately stood in the darkness behind a stage, bracing for an announcement, sweating from a nagging worry...

A Touch of Red (Part 1)

A Touch of Red (Part 1)

                                                      There was a touch of red in the young hatchling’s tail feathers; and the shocking news of it spread rapidly throughout the land.      “It’s not genetically possible!” cried Doctor Heelamy, baffled at the sight....

The Final Minutes

The Final Minutes

  “Garry! Come here!” the voice of Garry’s wife radiated throughout the house and into the garage where he was working on his motorcycle. “Damn it, what now!” he dropped his wrench onto the ground as he was startled by her demanding voice. Garry’s wife heard the...

Odd Sounds.

Odd Sounds.

I rolled over; my throat burned with the sting of vomit.  “God damn.” I said out loud throwing up in a small bucket next to my couch.  I put my hand on my forehead.  “Burning up.” I said to no one, but myself. I live alone in my small Manhattan apartment; no wife, no...

“Love Wins, Winston”  (Part 1)

“Love Wins, Winston” (Part 1)

        It was that time of Spring again when the robins resume roaming the front yard of St. Clarence Church.  Winston sat on the steps watching them intently.  The joyful birds were a pleasant distraction from his gloomy mood.  He had attempted to sneak into the...