He sketched Her (flash fiction)

His sketchbook held thirty-six sketches of the moon, full, and thirty-three sketches of her, a woman unknown. This night would make it sketch thirty-seven since he began drawing curves, just of the moon at first, then of her. His hand sketched her as fast as his mind created her. She arrived during a night when …

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His Hands

His hands sparked a fire that changed the horizon feet that once stumbled in the darkness made swift and spirited by the glow cast from red hot sparks His hands built ovens that pumped air and purified ore a lone artist on the edge of civilization he transformed blazing metal into purposeful and beautiful His …

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Faded Paisley

A hint of a pattern mostly washed away one hanger, one shirt hand-pressed for life’s special affairs No trace of paisley the once dark black with earthtone swirls faded to gray Hundreds of tumbles endless button-ups the special occasion shirt began to fray Discarded and replaced a closet full of options for life’s endless affairs …

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Perfectly manicured Wild natures (audio poem)

Perfectly manicured Wild natures (audio poem) A pristine street of garnished green           manicured perfectly prize-winning roses planted in a row lush bushes trimmed just so not an aspiration too high, or a limb too low A perfect scene, an impressive show the keepers keep pruning and perfecting as their pride and ambition grows Until that …

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Mystery Man, Revealed (short story)

Language warning. You've been warned. He put on his coat and hat and quietly made his way down the stairs toward the back exit. Relieved to have made it to the congested city sidewalk without being noticed, he joined others making their way home or to a pub on a Friday, late afternoon. He fell …

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Man, am I dreaming?

Let me look at you, before you get undressed. Less is not always more, more is sometimes best. In your tailored attire, adorned with a Guccie tie, covering a physique so fine. Sigh Your collar getting tight? Don’t change a thing, Dearest Darling. I could stare all night. Before you loosen that tie and pop …

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