The girl walks down the sidewalk from the direction of the school. She's familiar for some reason. You don't know her but she seems like someone you have known. Makes no sense. You stumble, then continue approaching. It's hard not to glance up. Girls hate when creeps stare at them. You pass, she speaks.  "I know you, Mister?" "Maybe." Soon you have left a diner and enter your apartment. Set down the coffee tray, smile, an...

On life's poetic voyage, we discover friends who last as long as we please. We travel as far as we may. Watching the landscape of ambient scenery pass by. Hand in hand, friendships won. Most treasured confederates singing the songs of byways.  Pausing in discovered devotion, we fervently give of affection and joy.  This magic realm we know as anywhere. We dance with people we truly perceive. Companions who become integral...

It has never escaped your memory. It lives within you still. Pulsing along the veins of your passions. The innocence revealed. It never passed away. It stayed until you remembered once again. Forever recalled each amazing satisfaction you discovered once upon a time and once again. Innocence foretold in the touch of hands.  With new love returned the old, continuing to live in the visions revealed.  In wonderment, in eter...

There is an image looking over your shoulder.  Don't fall asleep. Not now, not too soon. Not before your season comes again. The sleeping season.  Another time may free you of the mystery and you may sail, sail away. How odd, how strange. If you wish to stay, you need help, but you don't want help. You want to go away.  How strange. How is this working out for you? Someone is there gesturing over your shoulder. But you mu...

She puts her sewing down and leans over lifting her sweater from behind.  "Here, before I sit down, put your healing hands on my back." Rubbing his palms together, warming them, he finds the bad spot where the pain is. She sighs, "That feels so good, hon." Some things help. Medicines. Mattresses. Operations. Shots. What often works best is the simple gentle touch of a pair of hands.  "That's the place. Touch me, please."...

"Baby? You awake? Wanna date?" The car had pulled up and awakened the boy, crunching on the gravel road. It wasn't the first time. He reached under and made sure the ax was under the couch where he slept at night. Keeping it there felt safer. His mother whispered through the front door, "It's after three. You'll wake the kids."  They were always drunk. They'd leave at last. This one pounded on the porch door.  Mother argu...

"When I was young I had a dog. My parents decided that we couldn't afford it. It was the Depression." She told the story once more. Their mother had told it before. They always tried to understand. "It was on Christmas Eve. I cried that night. My dog came back in the morning. I thought it was a miracle." When they heard the story they were happy. The first time. "My father gave it away again. We were poor." Hearing the st...

I've been seeing more monsters recently. Just last week I saw one hanging on the wall. I bayed at it. Boss lifted me up to touch it. Just a new painting. I can smell a monster around. Boss breathes in and out. I smell the monster. I have this. I am on the job. Even at bedtime. Especially at bedtime, I am with Boss. Smelling for the monster. Bedtime, naptime, walkies time. Guarding our territory.  Always on alert. Smelling...

A questing thought occurred with a restless glimpse across the arcade at her face. In the background, the rat-a-tat-tatt bing-a-bing-a-bing of the games surrounded what was a rather sedate and deeply pure entrance into a meditative state. One of internalization and winsome, drifting dreams. Simply put her facade exhibited a world inside that seemed to somehow beckon. What might one do to enter it? That was the question th...

The only true beauty in her life. It shall always be a secret. Deception is the thrill, wonder, and exquisite pain she feels. She absorbs it each time surreptitious contact is made.  Complete and utter trust. Accepted and used. She lives in wonderment that she found it. Just for her. Just for them. To share. Only a dreamy fantasyland.  But more real than reality in the yearning, boundless hallways of her mind. A world vis...

  Whack!  Whack! There was a long pause and then, once again... Whack! She tossed the fallen limb down onto the forest floor beside the trail. It had served its purpose. Then she nodded at the hikers who were passing hesitantly by her along the pathway.  This was the last time. The latest results showed no sign of cancer. Perhaps not gone. But no sign. It was good enough. She was putting aside the tree whackers for now. T...

Ding Dong! The doorbell rings. Opening the door. "Trick or treat!" Out the door goes the pup. Romping about with visitors.   Each one gets the same. Handing out goodies. Asking each one what they are. Really! Oh, perfect! "Get back in, Victor." And they are off on their way. Now he's standing up on his hind feet. What's this! He's trick or treating. Good boy. You get a treat. All evening, the same. Ding Dong!  Treats for...

Nimble digits completed the act. The victim was trundled up and preserved for what was to come. Wrapped up in the webs of woe. For the prey. Not for the spider. This was her life. Her reason to be.  Miss Peckinstaff gazed out her parlor window at the dim courtyard behind her brownstone residence on the Lower Eastside. It was delightful to watch the arachnid complete the chore under the arbor's wisteria vines. Then, she tu...

Long story short as they used to say. The two of them cannot be intimate. It is not within their ability now. So the question is does it really matter? Does it actually make their emotions and their feelings and their truth less important to them? Do they decide to make other plans... move on? Does it diminish the ties they share and have shared so long? They say in French - désolé. Sorry, or desolated. The same. Their af...

They look up at the clock. The question in their mind is this. Is it time yet? If it is time for the pill then maybe they'll feel a little better pretty soon.  When they take the pill, when it is time, it does get pretty good. Life becomes pretty good. So that's what they are asking themselves. Is it time yet? Checking the time once again. And it's getting close to being the right time. That's what they think of it. It's,...