Fictive Fever
Caravaggio, Caravaggio, not your name but the town you were born. Michelangelo Merisi
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Poetic Prose
Poetic Prose – subcategory of the Main Poetry category on Angie’s Diary | Online Magazine.
Madame B
Gustave’s creation you are fine and fair and foolish beyond measure. You remind me of me. Wanting life to be exciting and romantic and full of adventure, just like the magazines and trashy novels you read, just like the television and movies I grew up on. Is this so bad? Is it wrong to want […]
The Crowd
Everyone got up in unison, I mean everyone at exactly the same instant, all 22 of ’em, like they were one mind like they had no mind of their own,
Creativity Unseen
The arrival of faith in love and its guidance in my life has been a gradual process
I Am Many
What is love? Scientists say love is a complex emotion triggered by our brain not so much the heart like the media wants us to believe. A poet would say, love is like sunshine. It makes us glow with inner warmth.
Father
You fade slowly before my eyes, once so strong and vital, now you sleep in your chair, so tired you say, so tired. How long will you be with me before you have to go?
Charles (for Hank)
You devil you, the darling of the hip crowd, the down and out crowd, the envy of frustrated stale academia. You changed ‘em buster, you challenged ‘em to face up to their impotence. Damn were you hot! But you earned it, yes you did. You took the beatings, you took the lost times, the lonely […]
Brandon’s One-Liners
I have an antique candy cane. But it’s still in mint condition. I wrote a book about bankruptcy. It ends after chapter 11. Some of my jokes are topical. Which are Jokes for external use only? I saw a milk carton that said 2% milk. I assume the other 98% was the carton. I have […]
Through The Tall Grass
Hard to believe, these things usually are, and if you’ve never experienced anything like this, you won’t believe it, but I do. My father told me one evening over dinner, he’d never told a soul before, not even mother when she was alive. It happened years ago, I was very young and mother had taken me to visit […]
L.A.
My second hometown, not born there, just lived there many years. I know the streets, hills, signs, landmarks. A lot of struggle