My name is El-My name is E-I don’t know my name. Who am I? More importantly, where am I?Oh.I didn’t quite know what I was doing at the ceremonial event. It was not ‘my kind of scene’. But there I was at the opening credits of the play, formal wear on, in one of the best seats. Somehow I was placed next to a man most of the world loved. He was a famous man, and he had enormous executive power in the country. But I didn’t l...

Whispered notes upon your shirtSpeaking of my touch Murmurs linger on the sheetsReminders of our lust Our passions of the night beforeTrace my name in air Your lips again pressed to my neckSo warm beneath my hair Each hint of scent a mentionBringing me to mind My presence in my absenceAn aura left behind Soft, yet with such powerYou feel me in your arms Telling you I love youEven when I’ve gone With you so completelySilen...

This is what I owe you My baby My Kate My memory It's that time of yearAgain I retreat Slowly First within closed curtains  Darkened rooms Under the covers There are no dates or calendars needed None that can define How my mind drifts My body slows I cannot eat You were real I smell your newness  In the oddest of places Hear you breathe The quickness of your heart  Beating Woke me last night My body knows For this month I...

I hold her close against me. Not the soft touching of a casual dance, but instead the close pull with my hand in the small of her back and our hips pressed together. I admire the smooth curve of her neck and the feel of her chest against me. I breathe her in as her intoxicating scent sends my mind back to each moment of our relationship. I recall the first time we met. It was a lovely, sophisticated chat. I did not recall...

It lay forgotten in a pile of scattered potting soil, the green spider leg-like leaves splayed across the cream colored carpet. It was the only thing out of place in the room, apart from her absence, the humming and puffing of one machine, and the intermittent beeps from another. Silence. My mother sits quietly in the rocker, staring blankly at the mess. I think to clean up the dirt, to re-bury the plant's roots to keep i...

Standing outside the curio shop looking through the display window, Tanya watched the woman standing at the counter inside. She had sad eyes. She wondered what had happened in the woman’s life to make her look this way. Tanya could almost feel the sadness herself just by looking at her.. She took her eyes off the sad woman and looked in the display window and a child’s miniature china tea set caught her eye. Tiny white pl...

Hello, honey. It was really nice  to see you again last night.  You’ve been coming to visit more often (Not that I’m complaining, mind you.) The image of you that remained when I woke was that smile you had that stole my heart  so many years ago now. I think you were at a beach,  maybe Puerto Rico,  after we were out of the rough patch and falling in love again. Remember? The lilies I planted for you are nearly in full bl...

A vivid flash of color. Feelings that must be real. Living a life like no other In a false memory. See things and hear things, Things that speak of madness. Know things and hope for things, Things that ease the loneliness. People are with me. People there love me. If I am loved so much, Why do I feel so alone? I can see lives taken away, Or I can see lives brought today. Anything is possible here; Except, it seems, to run...

Chapter 37 The Secrets of Black Stones The green domes of buildings are dimly lit with amber-yellow light. More and more kribers fly out and land around us. “How did you guys end up here?” Asmadis is so shocked, his eyes turn silvery-white. I’m beginning to receive a lot of information. “The ten Kom kribers were thrown in the cave with the entrance sealed by a huge rock. The Blisps that did it, left and subsequently died...

There's something I've forgotten;I'm not sure what it could be.Still, it can't be that important,Or it would come to me.There's something nagging sometimes, though,I wonder what it was...A thing? A time? Appointment missed?A Must? A Just Because?Was it maybe Ought To Do?Or maybe Do This Now?Forgotten Thingy, what is it?It's lost (I don't know how).If I return to where I wasWhen last I thought of it,Maybe I'd know? Where w...

Jumpin' out of the shower,lookin' in the mirror I seeswhiskers not dark brown, wild hairs grow'n ears, brows n' nose.Skin not so tight neither, face withered up like a punkin that's seen to much sun and cold.Chest's not up where it ott to be, come to think, neither is his belly.Abs are not like a wash board,what the hell happened to his ass? Needin' spendr's fer holdn up his jeans.Hey! there ain't nobody here but me. Then...

5 days ago, the world ended 5 days from now, the year will 2 days ago, Lucy left 2 days from now, I’ll get over it Yesterday was a Roman holiday Tomorrow, I have to go back to work Today, I took the day off anyway To celebrate my survival. 20 years from now, memory will shroud these days. So 20 minutes ago, I lit up a new day to remember December 26, 2012.

A week ago... to this hour....I woke up amongst the crumpled sheets, and saw your eyes slowly open.A week ago.your hand interwined with mine, and I felt your lips touch my own ever so gently. A week ago...I became breathless under your gaze, and you gave me butterfly kisses as you laughed.And as the afternoon sun grew warm, hand in hand, we went exploring.