Réminiscence — Interesting, how sometimes goes the day. Digging down deep into my attaché, pulling out forgotten minutiae, plopping it on my desk in full display. Wonders appeared with a varied array. A little black book not yet thrown away? Dare I open, lest names loom that betray? Moot notion. …

poetry

Until push came to the shove — The group of boys and girls, called ritually The Circle, resembled a small crowd gathered in front of a shop during annual discounts. Nikos felt lost among them. Again. He knew all of them and yet they always felt like strangers. …

Nathan’s luck finally runs out when he faces an angry, bloodthirsty demon — The demon’s fist hit Nathan like an out-of-control truck and sent him flying into the restaurant’s trash cans. It fitted Nathan’s kind of luck to be rescued by fermented food waste, but ‘hell ya’ he’d live another day … and smell like a digester for a couple of days. There…

Sunday sonnet —

Said too fast — I know it’s sad Sad but true What made it bad Came in blue Something said That pricked a nerve. And then it led To a swerve, Filled with dread We left the road But once the seed Was firmly sowed, Regression took A bend too fast And what we…

Chapter Two — Bean Street Cafe. — Continued from Chapter 1 Jesus, was I turned on in there? I hurried past rows of gleaming rental cars until I’d escaped the compound, turning sharply right out of its gate. My target was the Bean Street cafe, which was the closest caffeine refuge to our workplace, and somewhere I…

A tribute to strength and resilience — Women a strong soul on the earth, Never afraid of challenges, Their hearts are filled with, full of love, kindness, and wisdom. The backbone of life, Brings a new life, Making the easier life, still keep shining bright. Women are warriors, Women are strong, Wome are bold, still stand tall. …

Reality is both good and bad — Bukowski wrote angry. He wrote drunk. He wrote minutes after getting laid or having listened restlessly all night to his neighbor trying to. Then he got up and wrote about what he knew. About the homeless. The dissolute. Whatever heartache was ripping through his life at that moment. The prostitutes…

Reflecting on heartache from a time long before my husband — Blind Them to My Pain Rain, rain, fall today. Hide the tears that wash away my joy. Thunder roll and mask my sobs. Lightening strike and blind them to my pain. Death, sweet death… My heart lies in your dark bosom. Why must you have taken my joy away, So little I have known lost…

Poetry — It’s time for me to say goodbye I leave without tears in my eyes. It’s over, and I told you before that I have finally closed the door. Copious amounts of pain and hurt feelings. Damaging arguments that sent me reeling. There were countless days I forgave you, but never forgot. After apologies, injuring words…

Mommy, I found it! — Cara’s son’s favorite red water bottle had dropped in a niche behind the staircase. The niche was at least two feet deep and it was pitch dark inside. …

Think Outside the Box! — Questions are key to unlocking new doors in life. Doors that lead to promising paths that we never knew existed. The more questions we ask, the more we begin to discover. These questions are designed to inspire self-discovery, expand your thinking and improve curiosity. While you read, try to answer…

Flash fiction in exactly 100 words: Each touch reminds me of my want, my need, my lust… — I forget the coarse carpet fibers beneath my naked body as I retreat into myself. I’m alone in the dark world of my closed eyes. My hands roam my soft flesh, my hard nipples, my wet cunt. Each touch reminds me of my want, my need, my lust. One hand…

Flash fiction in exactly 100 words — Shivering, she wondered if he could smell her lust — The crisp autumn air brushed across her naked bottom. The tree’s rough bark scratched the tiny beads of flesh, reminding her however hard they were, her nipples remained soft and sensitive. She pressed her legs together; squirmed a little. “No moving, I said!” Trickles of lust had escaped. Her thighs…

He came as no surprise — Heather Buckwitz was at The Alligator last night, listening and dancing to The Bobsledders, the punk-rock band led by Eugenio Musiol, when she got her supposedly brilliant idea. If she could suck Eugenio’s dick, it would mean she’s worth something. It would be the proof she needed to feel good…

A healthy dinner and a healthy life — The day was very cold and we didn’t know what to make for dinner, so my dinner was super healthy, it was a beetroot and carrot soup. It was wonderful, today the day was quite cold so today my husband made the borsh soup that is very familiar in his…