Editor’s Picks
Being Careful What I Wish For Picked
A new poem ...
A Flag of Convenience Picked
...and an unpaid bill ...
Fluency Picked
Deja vu. - (Flash fiction, 400 words) ...
Ralph Monkton Lives! Picked
This is an almost true story, at least eighty five percent factual! ...
There are times Picked
for my mother and hers ...
No escape Picked
I closed my eyes to escape the horrific realities; in my dreams, there was this man violating his daughter, cutting his wife into pieces; I jumped out of my bed, didn't dare to drink, thought the water in the glass could be red; The next morning, I drowned myself in stories that painted conceit, horror, defeat; I shut down all of them to open mine; I could neither read, nor breathe. On and off the ...
Pistols at Dawn Picked
To the bitter end.- (Flash fiction, 350 words) ...
The End of Something Picked
It was just milliseconds. You turned away from me. A late night biopsy. A slicing separation silence. A vitrification of eyes across a room. A house housed on a fault line. An erosion failure scenario. A storm event. Now, dead decades are malignant memories. At times, moments masquerading as being meaningful, sometimes catch me out. And yet, a quarter of a century later, I saw a woman on my street. And although it could never ...
Fresh Flowers Picked
Following up on a request. The reading is by my great buddy Alison ...
another honeymoon Picked
in my dream I woke up in a garden and walked into a painting, silver, golden flowers dancing in the trees, varied colors shapes; with gifted powers I invoked a quiet fragrance in the breeze, I placed the sun on the topmost branch, from the other side the soft moon was oozing juice that melted like honey, everything looked small, perfect, I was big enough not to get in I wondered why I wouldn't fit ...
ONLY Picked
How the memories of One's childhood come to mind in a moments reflection on a Summer's day - maybe seventy years later! Our choir school was housed in a Manor House in Northampton and I moved there with the school as a boarder after it left Bayswater in London. We sang our little hearts out at the adjoining church. Sadly, the paths on which I trod are no longer in existence - as far as ...
I need you in my dreams Picked
Poem ...
Brookhaven Picked
poem ...