An impromptu rooftop visit

He recalled her wild spontaneity, always pushing him beyond his comfort zone. He'd fallen in love on an impromptu rooftop adventure. As she'd sat there, enjoying the sunset, he'd sat watching the wind whipping her long, beautiful hair around… worrying that she might get blown off the roof. This piece of flash fiction was written… Continue reading An impromptu rooftop visit

One bad turn, or: Another

A limerick He gripped the stair railing with surprise, as the despair faded from his eyes; but it was just her twin sister who smirked, 'Man, you sure dissed her!' and then straddled his lap with her thighs. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #132 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below (taken… Continue reading One bad turn, or: Another

Her silk dress fell to the floor

For all the money he'd throw at her, she felt herself his possession and hated it. Finally, she'd had enough. "I'm leaving you," she said, as her silk dress fell to the floor, followed by her jewelry and lingerie. "You can keep everything." Naked, she turned provocatively towards the front door, as he stood there… Continue reading Her silk dress fell to the floor

Blues, or: Soul

Poetry Partners #77 'With tears from dear', a poem by Henry Mworia of 'Veteran Writes' Emotions say you are a stranger. Alone I must be they tell me. Being apart will stop my heart. Drizzling notions of doubt or despair Rain at a pace similar to no other. I’m unable to see you split in… Continue reading Blues, or: Soul

Aubade, or: Love requited

A blues stanza Thursday night at my 'puter, watch'n skies brighten, Still at my 'puter when it start'n to brighten, I scowl t'ward the window as it lets tha light in. If I don' go to bed, I won' be getting no shut-eye, Too many nights I been getting no shut-eye, Tired in tha daytime...… Continue reading Aubade, or: Love requited

Knelt down, or: Stood red tulips

My 2nd Copla Real EPIGRAPH: All has become quiet in Moscow.-Count L. N. Tolstoy (1828 – 1910), 'The Cossacks', 1878 Their fearful faces told him more than what they were too scared to say; he looked from them towards the door, from where she'd been taken away for the crime of uttering, "War." Across the way,… Continue reading Knelt down, or: Stood red tulips

Lady, or: Machine

Flying across men's endless rails, whistling adrenaline Churning axles hissing past so many a longing gentleman Chasing what she's never had; rims gripping faithful track Each disembarking lover spurned; ne'er thought of turning back She, ever forward, leaves 'em gasping in billows of sultry steam Thick diesel firing through the veins of lady turned machine… Continue reading Lady, or: Machine

Shine, or: Rain

Poetry Partners #64 'Suede', a poem by Chris of 'Nomad' Heart pierced by her blade, Manipulation is her trade. Smile and laugh in life's parade, Permanently grinning is her masquerade. It's raining and I'm wearing suede. Chris: https://nomadonthemic.com/ A Cyhydedd hir by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ Countless days I prayed... only lonely stayed;… Continue reading Shine, or: Rain