Tag Archives: microprose

Fee, fie, foe

Posted on August 1, 2018 | 2 comments

They keep coming: small men with their small desires. They hunger for my gold; they scrabble through my table leavings. They foul the air with their scent.

Here comes another, hand over hand to steal my solitude. Let me ready my plate.

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Scorcher

Posted on July 4, 2018 | 7 comments

Nights like this, I sleep naked, seeking relief in the coolness of empty sheets. I wake to the droning of cicadas, the yearning for rain, the ache of desire and the taste of your name in my mouth.

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Rendezvous

Posted on April 4, 2018 | 7 comments

Seven hours ago I walked with you in the moonlight. We dallied until only a handful of stars were left: the last vestiges of night. Now the sky is pink and waiting; morning holds its breath.

Seven hours is not enough to make up for all the lost years.

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‘Til death

Posted on March 7, 2018 | 8 comments

My mother doesn’t believe me. How I see you at night in that instant before my eyes adjust to the dark. I didn’t open the window. I didn’t move that chair.

“Don’t leave me,” I had begged, graveside. It is just like you, you bastard, to listen this time.