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The Blood On Your Hands

I've had enough.

Eulogy for a Feline

For Porgy

I Refuse

I have never before wished for ScienceTo finally come out and disproveThe existence of God;Prove that we truly are a productOf the astrophysical equivalence ofArtificial Insemination.Now I find it much more believableThat we are simply the contents of a broken condom;A product of a one night standBr..

Some Days

You know…some daysI really AM okay with it.I wake up andgreet the morning,Have my coffeeBrush my teethShower, enjoyingthe warmth of the waterLike a lover’scaress down my bodyDress for work,checking myself in the mirrorDamn, I look good!Drive..

Razing the Manor

An effort...to understand.

Wilted Daisies

Loss in love

Recount

Struggles in love...Election-style

A Splash of Scarlet

A lament about losing one's identity

Daily Grind

An answer to a partner's lament on the daily grind.

History for Sale

A new piece about an old flame

Moon, Stars, and Earth

Standing naked before the ocean of inevitabilityHolding forth his hands to keep the waters at bayAnd the gulls laugh at the futility of his hopeThat his two hands and heart can keep back the tideAs the waters flow over him, forcing him downAnd he is drown the salty seaTha..

Plea

A haiku

Ka, Like the Wind

From Stephen King's The Dark Tower, Ka blows like the wind, and is like a wheel. It lays men's plans to spades and comes around to do it again. And again.

Ten of Swords

Contemplating the Ten of SwordsAs I hold the gleaming blade to fleshThe sunlight shining brightly Onto the recently scoured walls,Sanguine thoughts flood my mindAs the very muscle that I wish to stopContracts and relaxesContracts and relaxesContracts and relaxes..

To Share a Dream

An epiphany

Today

Inspired and for Marie Anzalone's "Today" contest.

Icarus Fallen

"But the young Icarus, overwhelmed by the thrill of flying, did not heed his father's warning, and flew too close to the sun whereupon the wax in his wings melted and he fell into the sea."

Digging Ditches

Oh, what a fine mess I have discovered.

Magic Road

A reflection of afternoon walks.

Anew

Every day begins my life anewThough I walk through pain and pleasureWatching old dreams die and new ones stew. Each night I lay down to dieWondering if tomorrow will bring hopeOr if the dawn of my death is nigh. The days are filled with tormented thought..

Grito Bestial

Mi primera obra española. Por todos los medios, corregir mi gramática.

XYZ

"A million words would not bring you back, I know because I've tried, neither would a million tears, I know I've cried." --Anonymous.

Secrets

Does it even register?Do you even remember? When you think about God, Does what you did to me whisper From the back of your head that you are unworthy? Taking me to the closetDuring naptimeParents still in the houseWatching TV. “Co..

Turnpikin'

A life can be lived in its entirety/ While driving alone across the country.

Low (Take It From Me)

The day breaks to a low, gray dawn.Dove sighs out its long, mournful song.My bed is cold, my body numb.Lasted the night; death didn’t come. Whisper a curse, and moan to prayMorning routine, same every day.Dress like the rest: we’re all the same(Roll..

Kicks

Coming and goingBoarding and off-loadingWalkingRunningStanding in placeKicks move around me.CanvasLeatherPlasticRubber;HeelsFlatsPlatformsTreads;Open toesClosed footA pair of 18th century black lace ups.Pointy toesSquare toesRound toesNo toes;NewWornCleanDirty;Mid-shinLow-quarterHigh tops;Leather kn..

The Giraffe and the Crocodile

Just a little fun today. :)

Work Smarter, Not Harder

At a software company in Lincoln a group of consultants werehired to work in Research and Development. When they tried to get the filesthey needed, however, they were told that, because of their “security level”,the needed files were off limits to them. In order for them to be ..

The Gathering Storm

A very disturbing (in my opinion) piece that came to me in a sudden mode of stream of consciousness writing.

She Only Dances

For RMS.

In The Forests of My Thoughts

A cleansing.

Programmed Job Security

At a prestigious insurance company in one of BeadledomNation’s great cities, they had a problem. The problem was that in thecourtyard between the two main buildings, there was an assortment of trees thathad been planted in various locations. Each tree had its own little hole in theco..

Beadledom Nation

beadledom –noun. a stupid or officious display or exercise of authority, as by petty officials.

What You Owe Me

Moving forward.

Fallen

"In those eternal moments of which time loses all corporeality But maintains the wicked sharpness of its canines You can only reach out with your mind and obliterated heart"

Four Minutes

Four minutes. Four hours. Four seconds. What difference in the end?

"Do Not Eat"

A reflection of someone's meaning to another.

Try

A question of gumption, of greed, of gluttony, and of grief.

Japan

A cinquain.

Prologue - July 4, 2009

The three of us stood wordless at the footof our friend’s grave. The afternoon had turned stormy and the murderous greenclouds dumped cold rain onto the parched earth that was indicative of summer inCentral Texas. The powdery soil opened itspores as though ..

Musketeers (Working Title)

A group of men look back to the days of their youth, when their lives were ahead of them and they knew they were immortal. Until one died at the hands of another.

In A Moment

She wants to be a diplomat.He loves his straw cowboy hat.When she dances, she hears an audienceApplauding her White Swan. He once wore a black helmetDuring a school visit to the firehouse.The first time she laughed,She was three months old. She bro..

I Was Wrong

Happy Shanna'har, my love.

Luchshe Byt' Mertvym, Chem Slabym

This is the first draft of a story that I am working on for my Creative Writing class. Special thanks to Boris Simonovich, who helped me with some of the research for this piece.

News

Just something fun from a half-awake dream I had last night.

Of Diwali and Drumsticks

[October 2007 found me working for a consulting firm called Prokarma in Omaha, NE. 95% of the staff were Indians (as in India), as were 60% of the owners. Neerav Nisheeth was my team lead.]

Harbinger

A true story of suspense, and I promise to follow my path. A sequel to "Never Speak of This".

Taming the Banshee

Written for NPR's "Three Minute Story" contest. 600 words or less.

A Heart for Caesar

If you think this is about you, you could be right, or you could be wrong. If you know it is about you, perhaps you will learn something.

Night Terrors

Soon, they will be over. One way or another.