The faces are bleak.Their last songplayed long ago.They lie in prison bedreluctantly awaitingto be collectedby the death service,the final resolutionof incapacity. … [Read more...] about Nursing Home, By: Gary Beck
Speaking To Listen, By: Andrew Cyr
Talia cast stones at friendsthen hid her hands.I sat in the recliner,watching a college football gameon the large TV above the fireplace.It was Saturday, just after noon,and Talia would soon start talkingabout some lady at work.I glanced occasionally and noddedto seem interested.I remembered her co-worker’s name,just in case Talia asked.I hated the cheap shots she tookat … [Read more...] about Speaking To Listen, By: Andrew Cyr
What Happened?, By: Phillip Jordan
I was tipped off by an instinct allowing me to observe a picture framed, through static dust, hanging obliquely on a crooked rusty nail in the wall. The waning crescent a moth flew a crow caws in the PMs errant warming breeze. … [Read more...] about What Happened?, By: Phillip Jordan
Till Death Us Do Part, By: Helen O Hare
It’s all a lie dressed up as a dreamTo be a part of an enduring teamTill death us do partI will Give you my heartThe nightmare unfoldsThe cracks start to showMy heart it was given but now also my soulThe confidence wanesYour life shatters and you pick up the pieces of what remainsThe world is now small and tightens each dayAs you choke and drown in the marriage decayUnsteady, … [Read more...] about Till Death Us Do Part, By: Helen O Hare
Summer Cottage, By: Mary Bone
Kicked back in a reclinerat a summer cottage,with a white picket fence,a cobblestone pathleads to salty sea airand a view of the sea. … [Read more...] about Summer Cottage, By: Mary Bone