Kissing the girl Errin slipped out through one of the side doors, the hot and sticky summer air enveloped her. The heatwave has rolled over the city the past few days relentless and scorching. She needed some cool air, for more than one reason. The re...
"Witness Well" (c) Mike Stone Raanana, February 3, 2019 Nothing in nature is hidden from us; It has no secrets. It is we who close our eyes Or look away And think it magic or unknowable, Unwilling to give up the comfort of our ignorance. When we walk i...
“What can I do for you?” “Well, Professor Palmer, I’ve been browsing the Internet and came across your work on false memories and external indicators differentiating false and true memories,” Axel answered the man sitting behind the oversized mahogany des...
"We Stand in Awe" (c) Mike Stone(inspired by “A BRAVE AND STARTLING TRUTH” by Maya AngelouRaanana, February 21, 2019) The universe is not the miracle,The flaming suns are but cold-blooded thingsNor is this Earth, an uncertain platformOf shifting surfaces...
Laying under the night sky, counting stars and thinking of you. Sound of Patches, in her paddock. Dreaming of your soldier boy. You feel life is good. Driving home from work,. passing by the protesters. Screaming how evil the war is, soldiers are killer...
"A Walk in the Desert" (c) Mike Stone October 8, 2014 Tuvi Ornat put the old concert ticket he'd been using as a bookmark between the two pages he had been reading and laid the dog-eared paperback gently on the table beside his chair. He stood up and st...
Entangled withinYour spiders webNo Escape Entranced by your eyesConsuming myLost Innocence Writhing upon my bare skinThe succubus of yourNaked body Your lips close to my ownStealing my lastBreathe You caught meBoth heart and soulForever yours
"Heeeeeey teacher," a child said to me, just as I was about to sit down and effectively ruin the fun of the children who were painting without fully being supervised."My name is Laura, not teacher," I said. Oh, the joys of working at a new school."Laula,"...
Life is a special game. Sometimes it's fun, like playing jacks or marbles. You had a talent for some competed on the sandy school playground. Some more than others. Such as tetherball and hopscotch. She walked towards you along a street during freshman or...
Standing on the cliff edge early on that spring mornHe watched the sun rise over the rim of the world,Painting the cliffs golden in the clear light of dawn.How he envied the sea birds who with wings unfurledLeft their craggy roosts to soar up into the sky...
As I lay on the thick straw mattress, sleep would not come. I listened to the sounds about me, the creaking of the timbers of the great hall, the faint sounds, beyond our chamber, of the soldiers sleeping and guards moving about as they changed watch. I c...
Just the start of another day. Your song comes on the radio. Sly & the Family Stone. "Thank You". As you wiggle in your jeans. You think of your boy, far far away. Sitting on the corner of your bed, you read his last sentence. "I'll be back in your arms,...
May it resonate withinWhen I touch your trembling skin,Echo deep inside the chambers of your heart;Deep within the giggly chambers of your heart. Like a schoolgirl you may clapWhen I hold you in my lap,Hear my singing spreading rapture in your heart; Deep...
Spaghetti straps,Mammary paps,Ugly shorts that tourists sport,New Orleans Voodoo memes,BDSM themes,Cemeteries make one wary,New Orly-anze. Hot and muggy,Somewhat thuggy,Bourbon Street’s dark-side treat,New Owl-ins Crawfish dishes,X’s for wishes,Cryptic Ma...
"I sometimes think it would have been a better life if I'd stayed in the Navy." A slight pause then she echoed my wish. "Yes. We would have met differently and stuff. But we would have had a great life. I've thought of it as well. We didn't have children....
