There is a man for whom I am in-lovewith such passion and devastation. And in this love is an unrequited lovethat will only ever complete a friend’s demonstration. His smile does not pain mebut rekindles that ever sought platonic joy. His embrace does not degrade mebut rejuvenates an unrequited love I must employ. Fear is …
Tag: Poetry
Lunch at the “Crepes on Cole”
Solo meal. Chicken and rice soup, warm and to fill a cup. Table by the windows. Out the window eyes. Ham and Cheese sandwich, cut into halves. Toasted wheat bread, red tomato, green lettuce, white mayo, yellow mustard. Plain leafy salad, clear vinaigrette. Roasted red potatoes. Eavesdropping ears. Silverware clinking on dishware. Coffee cups jostle, …
A Creative Writer’s Wish of Hell
I want Hell to be Ironic. I want to suddenly appear in a large white room. Freezing cold. With a large calligraphy sign on one side of the room to read: “Please Take a Coat to Warm Yourself, My Friend”. And I pick an amazing plush fur coat from a seemingly never-ending wall of coats. …
Letters from the Latrine 