Writerquake

The tuxedo t-shirt bar crew yelled Last Call to the crowd of hot grinding dancers      and solitary pointstars. Their club DJ seque...

Image: Albuquerque by Bryan Collins She will not look down -     will never give up - will trace invisible contrails making c...

Rite of Remembrance by Madeline von Foerster When there are roots something seemingly dead is still alive at the heart of the...

Image: Book Sculpture by Thomas Wightman, Musetouch at facebook Someone forgot his or her meds — A manicure is long overdue. Scori...

I must have them for they had me at foggy swoosh — at hoods-up walks with doggy at making seabreeze stories — at one hand pulled by anot...

  This is me.  No one — made of Stardust.  I am one with swirling planets,     conifer cones dusted with snow,         delicate ice...

He found her in an ad, you see. Single Russian Girls! he saw— and the messages, oh, the messages he sent, sweet and raw. At first ...

Image: from 1000 drawings by sarah nieman , via Tumblr More than just the personal blip that at first she thought it was, instead, a ...

They were freshly-poured long before I strode upon their cobbles and cracks, but look down near the young Linden tree around t...

Enough Already! by Anji Johnston My expression says, Ho-hum, this year is now over . — But my insides are all jumpy (same thing’s...

Yellow summer bird who perched on Meghan's delicate hand, who knew her soul was studying trust in precious places — for singing,...

After "what if" happens some will survive to tell how their hate, their weapons made Earth a living hell. Few names will ...

She was across the table rambling on, as go her conversations, directing some questions to her husband— and in between all tha...

A strong steady fire is what I hope for. Too long the pre-heating and energy is wasted. Team of chefs well-steeped in your craft ...

We’re talkin' about a new resurrection— Proud kinfolk tout 'merican, not Briton. Waving our hands— Preaching exceptionalis...

Someone said not to take life too seriously- you'll never get out of it alive. But leave a witness to your life behind, and that alm...

Image via Tumblr: La Chapeau by Misti Boe       Her declaration of Self stemmed from her incapacity to any longer hold her feelings li...

Forgive me, friend, for I have not been here lately to read your poems: these lovelies I enjoyed this night upon learning that you no more...

crowned crane by Jane Schnetlage Crane your neck. See them overhead, closing in on a turquoise preserve pond so clear a bird once dis...

W H Terrace by Willem Haenraets I would take her there to sip or sup, to celebrate a sumptuous meal with laughter. Always laughter. ...