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Short Story 5: He played jazz on the Brooklyn Bridge by D

She poured a bubbly glass of champagne. Three illuminated lights did flicker just enough to see several black birds flutter, tweet and kiss. One could hear a familiar melody in the distance and the smell of hot water corn bread was about the air. This was a special moment marked by the departure of him, [...]

Short Story 4: This is Not About Her by D

I listened to all of the midnight noise, yet her pedantic movements softened me to sleep. For some reason I always find myself writing about her or perhaps the midnight noise is my excuse. I cannot fathom a more appealing circumstance for which I am to be happy. I understand full well that my curiosity [...]

Short Story 3: Jan is the Man by D

Jan was not the most significant person in the family, although she possessed and uncanny ability to perform significant tasks related to jovial bonding with her family. She knew however that she would never be the elder of the family nor would any elder ever consult with her about important family decisions. She had arranged [...]

Short Story 2: Burlesque Insanity by D

“If an essay is too simple, a reader may conclude there isn’t much to the work after all: hence the need to be just a little extravagant. Tone matters, and so does a suspension of full argument in favor of open-ended evocation.” – James Elkins BURLESQUE INSANITY In the short distance of the wheaten knoll, [...]

Short Story 1: A Particular Fascination with a Twist by D

There sat a man, tweed and all, embraced by the dusk, wafting in the coarse smell of espresso. He began to speak and speak he did, fast. We did hear and we assumed his consuming attention. His entirety remains calm and yet his tie beckons our evermore. He is a fine dressed chap of even [...]

EDUCATING MY Cipher by D

I am that musical genius junkie That perhaps someone warned you about Caught I am rhythm I am hip-hop I miss MS. JILL SCOTT Saturday morning “Who is Jill Scott,” the album trees swaying pushed about with invisible breeze No television now I will not feed the idiot box warm cup of chamomile tea, sip [...]

Ode to a Sonnet: Neither Nor by D

STUPID LOVE LETTER Look it’s happened to me before. Well, it still happens. I had a crush on someone and nothing came of it. It was almost too good to be true. I had a crush on the one I knew of sweet smiles. She played Broadway like none other. A true BITCH actress she [...]

Wait… there is more… by D

STREAM of CONSCIOUSNESS-NESS -by D It is the essence of the male mentality that makes me realize that the essence of athletic ability lies in the ability to be mental. Inevitably we must control our own destiny.  Resist being fed by the media and take vitamins to fight off the social ills of society.  I [...]

Reflection by D

NOON by D The midday dusk roaring volume hush Christmas song santa blush Enthralled squall chirp Work blinds beauty a shameful vision I ponder the realization of imagination The midday dusk Raindrops keep falling the hook, the song headstart Practiced, perfected, praised Dad, my first watch Mickey Mouse Onward rainfall rhythmic passions wetting dry air, [...]

Synergy by D

THE STRUGGLE true essence, living life the struggle, never done encapsulate constant thinking a wish to be great that greatness Lies ending at time fleeting No benefit a memory lasts a moment a fleeting goodbye vigorous essence of struggle A tear shed a cheerful tear watch the crowd cheer, roared, stood, high-five exclaim your feat [...]

To express ones self, honestly by D

EXTERNAL INTERNAL: A CONTRIVED THEORY “Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself. It is easy for me to put on a show and be cocky so I can show you some really fancy movement. But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself, and to express myself honestly enough; that, my friend, is very hard [...]

SELF AND HAPPINESS: DANGLING ON THE PHILADELPHIA EXPERIMENTby D

(clears throat, taps mic) Dangle the effervescence of cool my senses ingest chord progressions pledge my cavity Beats Per Minute Funk child instant classic a verbal pause 1/8 delay The better sound the tertiary sound your ears perhaps see the cool blows around my ears I am music miffed and insipient absurd mundane and banal [...]

Perfecto by D

SYNERGY WITH THE ROTATION OF THE EARTH Timing is everything So says the falling leaf Which Fell from the tree Into my palm And On top of my wrinkled flesh The breeze blows The trees sing and The sun plays the rhythm Preemptive right of time Held by nature Beckons my curiosity Though, my nape [...]

TOCK* by D

TOCK* I have long since long-ed for That longing That I have since long-ed for When as I manifest all And Variably encompass without sunshine With this Time erodes . . .