Caught In The Lights: Short Story
They sat frozen in place, like bags of dead meat. Their eyes fixated on the glowing, blinking lights and its illusions of changing shapes...
They sat frozen in place, like bags of dead meat. Their eyes fixated on the glowing, blinking lights and its illusions of changing shapes...
A glass of cold milk in my hand Brought by some cold-storage truck To the grocer by my house Before that, milked from the udders Of a cow...
His eyes opened. Everything was blurred. The room was spinning ever so slightly. He couldn’t feel his limbs. Groggily, he shook his head....
I cannot bear to write Another word, another letter That is not my very blood Spilled on the page No more lousy half-hearted, half-assed...
From unmoving curtains, a face leaps at me From dark ceilings, a form grips me From blooming roses, another scent touches me In the sun's...
The Boy Every morning he travelled by bus from his small, mould-covered apartment to the pickle-making factory. For six hours straight he...
My heart, composer of Its own myriads of Pain My heart, breaking at Every exit from the beloved’s Lane My heart, confounder of A little...
All of us grow old No escape from it How does, though, one Grow young? This heart beats As do all hearts Which can This tongue speaks As...
In the worlds between my skin and bones, something trembled My vision cracked, as if reality had grown tired of my uncouth eyes Fire...
Nothing borne of nothingness Yet something, all this Borne of nothing Confusion, what’s next Confusion, how to be as collected As sedate,...
I have been on the roads across This land Been through its streets and alleys Though it was different, all of it Before I walked here,...
Why are governments essential? More accurately, what are the pillars of a “good” government? For most of us, a government suffices the...
Cold has made my toes and fingers ice Noon sun shines warm I thaw myself Book opened, legs crossed, I begin to read But the distractions...
The best-selling gimmick our nation’s political leaders have is progress, or at least the promise of it. A few honestly have tried to...
Seawater and salt Together yet separate A reasonably fitting analogy For anyone you’ll share your story and, If you’re lucky, your heart...
On her face, storms and blizzards merge Sounds escape her mouth only for want of food and play And she sleeps, curled in the furrows of...
Leaders may emerge in our minds as grand figures at the helm of banks and corporations, spearheading the economic progress of a nation....
The trees have run away from here The ground pulled bare and baked But we don’t know about them Of the creepers in our gardens Of the...
Cracked red floors Pockmarks on the paling ancient walls The conjoined bed frame shifting as I try to find a spot of comfort A fan above...
His sovereignty captive Legs for striding across grasslands Now feeble and withered Roam in circles along moats and fences The grand mane...