Gaze fixed on her phone, Jaz read the email again without taking in a word. She squeezed Tish’s hand, her grip tightening when raucous laughter exploded from the four men sprawled on the seats diagonally opposite. “I mean, look at ’im. Fuckin’ poof.” Tensing, Jaz looked up to see the man in the outside seat facing her, lean across the table and send a beer can clattering to the floor. Ignoring the noise and the pool of li...
I will try and always be there for youForever and ever, whenever you may need meBecause you’re my lover and my friendMay I offer, you my broad shoulders And be that pillow when neededMay my ears, be there to listenWhen you need, something of your chest. You’re my lover, that I’ll do anything forBecause I’d travel vast distances bare footAcross the great Saharan desertWith sands, hot like embers on a fireThat sparks and cr...
Look, I know you are someone else’s Valentine For the rest of the year, can I imagine you are mine? We both decided, we will try and fight it Scared to risk it, but just as scared to miss it We’ll be pretending we’re fine – hoping we will be in time. Midnight belongs to us, an ending and beginning all at once I miss your voice, your imagination Wishing we had another choice and no limitation. The change in the seasons...
I love you, Mom, don't shed a tear, Please know that I am always near. I'm never farther than a thought away, I'm with you every night and day. I am the kiss of the morning dew, I am God's creature that watches you. I am the flicker of the lightning bug, And the evening breeze? That is my hug. I am the twinkle of every star, To remind you that I'm never far. So when you feel you can't make it through, Just look...
The Hoopoe’s Call(Harken!)He heard a call from the branches of a treeSomewhere in the woods along the path he walked,Stick in hand to steady his stepsLike a shepherd’s staff.But where?He looked around to seeWho or what had made that call,Almost child-like, but not quite.(Come!)It called again.He squinted his eyes toward the dappling shadowsThe trees made with their leaves and branches,Searching tree by tree for something...
When I look back upon that dayAll those many years agoAnd think of what may have beenWhen I laid my eyes upon herThat day in the college canteen. As I looked at her from afarMy heart started to beat fasterI could not help but stareAt the beauty before meAnd wonder if she was an angel from above. My eyes looked her up and downThe beautiful feminine figureSlowly I looked up her bodyAnd into her big beautiful eyesIn an insta...
Dear Bryce, I've come to realize, three things that should never be withheld from being said are, "Please," "Thank you," and, "I'm sorry." Please, don't take this letter the wrong way. This isn't an attempt to reestablish contact with you or rekindle our friendship. Although, I would like to talk to you again, see how you've been, and possibly even become friends again, I don't think this is the place, way, or time. ...
Tell me your fears So I can relieve them. Tell me your pains So I can ease them. Tell me your doubts So I may wash them away. Tell me your dreams So I may fulfill them. Tell me your fantasies So we can live them. Show me your heart So I can love you. Open your soul So I may reside there. I love you. Like no one has.
Men are simple creatures lost in the darkness And Women are the light that disrupts that darkness Some are Fireflies their light soft and momentary Only illuminating the darkness in brief flashes But those moments are enough for some to stay with the Firefly And bask in the moments of illumination Some are the Stars that fill the night sky, bright and distant Pulling our eyes up into the beyond Playing on our dreams a...
The Lips of Infinity(Raanana, May 16, 2019) And he welcomed them,The children, the old ones, the infirm,The youth, the busy young men and women,The forsaken and excommunicated,The doubters and disbelievers,Agnostics and atheists,The doctors, the scientists, and technicians,And, yes, philosophers and poets,From all over the world, And he spoke to them in the one languageThey all understood, the language of silence and acti...
she took herself away too soon at sixteen could’ve given a single try to what she was but it wasn’t her call a tattoo of a finger around her face i must’ve looked for her five times, maybe more she said she wanted everyone to see her middle finger she didn’t care she cared so little that she didn’t care to stay alive ended always with a trumpet in the skies the hats I wore when I was sixteen the backpacks like rabbit ears...
nothing what am i that just that i feel it real deep under the skin above my scratched fingernails that smell like your smell your baggy clothes oh they hide you and your shapes like a secret of a friend stabbing a friend in the back you don’t wanna say it you’d rather staple your tongue right beneath the bottom edge of your speaking terms listen your knees crack again like the bones of the dead like mine maybe I am dead...
On that cloudy day, she watched as a black sedan pulled into her driveway. Her heart dropped as two dressed soldiers walked up to her front door. Little Jake all but a year old on her hip, she knew to good would come from this visit. Both soldiers polite and talked in a soft low voice. Giving her the news she had always feared. With a wail, she slumped to the floor. Even at a young age, Jake knew something was wrong...
I hate this kinda crap. There’s nothing worse than when someone you care for dies and everyone stands around crying and the over-hyped lamentations begin. Somehow, whatever faults and shortcomings they had have now been replaced by qualities of sainthood. I always try to stand at the back at these sort of things. Rolling my eyes is a private thing and rightly so. I’m not a complete jerk. Still and all it does bother me th...
Three times they probed the base. They came during the darkest of the night. Mortars falling inside, kicking up dirt and random sandbags. The chatter of our heavy weapons returning the favor. Pushing their first wave back. Once then twice as we poured our fire into their broken lines. Then to our centre, heavy movement as their third wave broke through our wire. Pushing deep they wheeled to our left. With their g...
