Month: January 2017
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THE DAY THAT HEMINGWAY DIED
I will never forget the day that Hemingway died Nor of how he died on ‘61’s second day of July I was sixteen years old way back then And far too much to the universe tuned in I will never forget the shock that filled me as I cried Deep inside a wounded creature not […]
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KIRKUS REVIEW OF DO YOU KNOW HOW TO FLY?
KIRKUS REVIEW Kuhn’s debut true-crime story shows how a violent man’s life led him to death row. The author uses interviews and other sources to piece together the life of Delmer Smith, a seasoned career criminal awaiting execution in Florida. Smith was born in Detroit in 1971, on the cusp of the city’s economic decline. […]
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Eric the Field Mouse conti.
Eric sat up in the smother of hay and looked at the two other mice whose faces had emerged from behind a pile of damp fiber. “I told you he would wake this day,” said the one to the right. “I cast stones and they said it would be today.” “Oh shut up,” said the […]
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ALEEN Continued
And so as evening fell fully away from the day and Those watching went their separate way Speaking not of evil left there cloaked in dark wings And left behind small Aleen to sit high upon the hill The rocky hill that overlooked the city of LLandia Where the mission keeper sat and looked past […]
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HAUNTED MEMORIES
Angels or demons cast their nets Wide caught those with memories Memories of rights and wrongs, I think Those with recall so sharp and clear Memories of thoughts themselves cursed Cursed as were the moments in time brought forth Forth brought the issues as played out in life complex Angels or demons, I know not […]
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Dismantled by Love
She came softly Easily to his bed was led And he found himself—suddenly dismantled Unexpected the world spinning about his head As if enjoying a first time cup of rich Turkish Coffee Followed by a sip of mint liqueur that was fed From the tip of his lover’s tongue warm red That sought his mouth […]
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Lost She had blue eyes, Vulnerable, blue eyes And they held him in their grasp Gentleness lived there so much he had to gasp And she never spoke; she never once spoke Yet her eyes could easily jokingly poke And raise the issue of man and woman As the world floated past the two […]
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Eric the Tiny Field Mouse contin.
Eric suddenly realized something was wrong. The hay smelled stale, rotted actually. How long had he slept, he wondered? Hours? Days? No, impossible, he had never slept for more than a few hours and if he had someone would have woken him. He heard shuffling and mumbling coming from off to his left and then […]
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 