Tag: poem

  • Guilt

    Guilt

    He raped his wife then kissed her crying face before collapsing into sleep. Later that night he was handcuffed and shoved into the caged backseat of a car with flashing red lights. Driven downtown past decaying office buildings and abandoned warehouses he descended with the vehicle into a mausoleum-shaped structure down a cement ramp to…

  • Déluge

    Déluge

    hectic steps to no music splattering sounds of a dancer gone mad against the cement. the sky falling fast cascading thoughts erratic glistening constellations rippling the sidewalk. news flashing a flood of visions inside devises raining hard reality. trees vanishing outside above the abundant parking meter monuments anchored in place raised to commemorate the masts of…

  • Publicity

    Publicity

    The interviewer had charmed her with his smile. After being invited into her home, offered coffee, and allowed to have a crew of technicians run cables, cameras, and lights throughout her living room, she soon realized her guest was not only unappreciative but mean-spirited. He sat in her love seat and told her she looked…

  • Garden

    Garden

    I had heard of an enormous garden that was like no other in this world. Once I found it the rumors and fables paled before the truth. The flowers were immense, perfectly formed and brighter than I had imagined. A caretaker dressed in white linen emerged from the foliage to greet me. He stepped with…

  • Innocence

    Innocence

    When a terrorist’s bomb blew apart a national monument scattering to pieces men, women, and children, it ignited a worldwide firestorm of condemnation. The police received an anonymous phone call from a man who claimed to know who was responsible: The Scorpion. It was a moniker invented by the media which the caller rather liked.…

  • Inception

    Inception

    She was not to be believed. A beauty undefined. Amorphous warmth entering her body like a lover. Fulfilling her desire by not wanting, simply accepting. His voice a whisper echoing deep within. Melding them as one. He was what she wanted to be. An ecstacy. A conception. Of perfection. Awakening. She awoke. He was nowhere.…

  • Magic

    Magic

    Locked in his private hell at the end of the hall, in an ordinary room, was a man held hostage by himself. He had a gun aimed at his head. His demands could not be met and he wanted to die. He had no illusions about God or what to expect. Nothingness. An infinite non-existence.…

  • Reflections

    Reflections

    She might just as well have been her cat chasing after a reflection of light dancing across the wall. The mercurial vision of who she was kept eluding her. In a flash traveling backwards she glimpsed herself timeless as a child. On the surface of the mirror she saw her renewed face. The bandages removed,…

  • Conception

    Conception

    At the time of her conception she was floating on a ship in the arctic waters. Her parents had consumed far too much champagne the night of their fiftieth anniversary party and they let this tidbit of information slip out about their amorous meeting on a cruise to Alaska. It happened so unexpectedly, innocently, they…

  • Transition

    Transition

    Once, actually several times, I was stranded in a place where people came and went. They never stayed for long. They had schedules. They had arriving and departing flights. They traveled with changes of clothing and currency to exchange. They often appeared lost and tired and in need of direction. They passed the time listening…