by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
Moonlight The moonlight burns With stirring awareness Washing your breasts And all thought of sleep Form my mind Unable to move I lay held in the silvery light I search for you In your dreams Reaching but unable to touch Waiting For your opened eyes Unaided by me Only...
by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
Father’s Pride It was a cold night Late in the season A long season for this team Of Friday night losses One after the other And few times to cheer Late in the 3rd quarter With the outcome never in doubt The home team Again hopelessly behind...
by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
Faucet Days There are days I could turn my life Off Like a faucet Days with no reject Button No sound to turn down Without horizontal hold But magically equipped With circuit breakers So I can’t even blow A fuse MFM 11 AUG...
by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
Burning Bridges “Don’t you think There’s a chance you’ll go back. . . That you’ll get back together?” No, I crossed that bridge. I kept walking, too, To put it all behind me. Then I stopped and thought about it For a minute or two. Then went back To...
by MichaelM | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry
Black Birthday In another lifeor perhaps in a parallel universe,I would be gathering 50 plastic pink flamingoesand posting your baby pictureon telephone polesall over town.I might be buying black armbandsfor the...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Fiction
This is a small portion of a much longer piece that I have been working on for years . . . Chicago has nothing on west Texas for wind. In west Texas the wind never stops; each day it is only a matter of how hard it is...
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