Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head
The air felt sticky as he brushed a mosquito off my arm. I patted the red spot that formed where it landed before opening up the wicker basket beside us. He glanced from… Continue reading
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Ol’ Man River
Stream, flow, bend, forget. The unguarded boots by the two-foot shrub groaned; its owner dipping his toes into the water; The crack as the flow bangs itself repeatedly against the smooth rocks; or… Continue reading
High Noon (Do Not Forsake Me, Oh My Darlin’)
Six yards away, his hand poised by his holster, the sheriff tipped his hat ever so slightly downwards. “Yer late.” The bandit snarled, arms crossed across his chest. “Eng’neer stopped somewhere Midwest for… Continue reading
The Trolley Song
Boom, boom, boom went the track wheels As we trekked all the way West Honey, my bunny, leaning my lovey on the rail ‘Til the moment that his face spun my way Chitter,… Continue reading
Unchained Melody
He caressed my knee, his thumb rubbing smoothly on my pale skin. I leaned my head back into his, smelling the musk on his hair. Hand to his hand, I traced his protruding… Continue reading
Some Enchanted Evening
Setting: The men’s washroom at a decent three-star hotel. The washroom itself is clean, spacious, and classy, but — and this is a must — one of the mirrors has to be cracked.… Continue reading
Born to be Wild
against steel highways crossing over prairie land and unto the bleak western sunlight i rear the skull-topped bike o Bessy and rev up pumping to 80 before pushing on the rusted throttle dreadlocks… Continue reading
Stormy Weather
A gray shawl hugging my body: Click. The tight-knitted crowd of interlocked hands and legs and feet and heads and sweet promises of nothing and dear darlings and discarded flowers under a child’s… Continue reading
Theme from New York, New York
Rolled up the last pair of stockings and ballet shoes tucked snugly, hair bunned up, as mother stands by the door. She hugs and whispers best of luck — now, trekking down the… Continue reading
I Got Rhythm
I got my two feet: Dancing to the waves Pulping energy. And let the stores creak Under the bastions As we tap through them. Help the colors bloom Go smile and ask them… Continue reading