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Colorful Taps

Every time I wash a piece of fruit I peel the little sticker off And stick it on the top of my tap. When I was young my mother would remove them each morning. When I got older, my girlfriends would do the same. It would annoy every woman I loved and some I still do....

My Couch

My couch is my friend. It is there when I wake up and waits for me patiently while I’m at work. It is the first thing I see when I get home. The last thing I see before bed. Each cushion on my couch is different. One keeps my top half comfortable and safe. It has...

Memories In Dust

She faced him in the dim light of the morning, underneath a halo of rain and murky clouds as they stood on cobble stones surrounded by skyscrapers; and told him she didn't care. He rushed inside his soul, looking for a way out. Something to say that would make her...

The Prophet & The Priest: Loves Worth

One day, as the Prophet and the Priest traveled south on the road to Sudbar, the Priest asked the Prophet, "How would you measure love's worth?" The Prophet thought for a while, then knelt down and picked up a small grain of sand. He held it up to the Sun, "With this"...

Life’s End

There is a tale that tells of a great King, who lived and reigned over his Kingdom for one hundred years. On his hundredth anniversary feast, his most beloved son, stabbed the King in the heart; killing him as he sat idle on his throne. Upon being taken by Saint Peter...

Only In A Dream

i recognize you from a dream i once had. but you were older then, and i was younger. now you are young and i, old. the dream was in my past, yet told of my future. a future in your past when i was yet to exist. so you see we are meant to be. but we can only be when...

Privilege

Let me take your land. Let me steal your children. Let me rape your women. Let me shackle your wrists and bind your feet. Let me use you. Let me scar your back with my whip. Let me burn your people. Let me fertilize your land with their ashes. Let me destroy your...

To The Victor Go The Spoils

I thought myself a warrior on the hunt for the wild untamed, yet I see I was wrong. You, are the warrior, and my heart, your prey. I will fight with honor, but the battle is already lost. I should have known there was a reason why wolves fear you, and birds dare not...

her too

I always knew. . . That in my youth I used my words like shackles to bind her into a yes That she had no friends. And only wanted affection and respect. I only wanted sex. She heard paper thin compliments, choosing reluctant solitude; slut was never really a choice. I...

The Dream Eater

When all the children are asleep, the Dream Eater stalks the streets. Curling fingers creep and crawl through his cloak of fear and gore. It's dinner time, he licks his lips, hunching over sleeping pips. He sucks out all the smiles and all the little sheep, the creepy...

Heart Work

He opened up his bag and carefully layed out the small delicate objects; one by one, onto the table. He sat down, poured himself a whiskey, straight, and lit a cigarette. Then, from the draw by his side, he pulled out a tiny hammer. It looked worn, and perhaps, it was...

Her Breath

She converses with Spiders and soothes mighty storms with her song. She bathes in the blood of the Earth and cries when the Moon is red. Her name? Only the Wind knows it. To hear it you must climb atop the highest peak and listen for a thousand nights. Her favorite...

The Cradle Of A Thief

If tails could spin I wouldn’t need a coin to determine if I win, I’d spin around chasing my tail - all day long till I find out whether I pass or fail. I’d tear off my tail when I’m angry - and fling it at the teacher before me, and she'd,...

The Killer Of Magic

It isn't easy killing a FairyTale. The key is to try and ignore all the screams, they say. The fairies, the Princesses, Kings, Trolls and all the rest. They make a hell of a howl that can easily drive a man into madness. I could think of far better things to do....

The Black Spot

I died at the sirens. I recalled candles painting an average mid thirty year old’s kitchen slash living room. The piercing white screen of an empty T.V station. The sounds of the air vent as remnants of marijuana stuck to the air – and sirens. Wailing sirens...