Turnaround

A cool night in January – folks out for the evening pass by on the street and stare at this old man in his rocking chair. From his head flows long thin hair, from behind him the music blares. The old man doesn’t even care that in nineteen ninety-five he lives two decades out of…

What can be more sobering than watching a drunk in action, with eyes that won’t open more than half-way, ready to kick some ass in a fight that can’t be won, scheming for a sympathetic ear while being schemed for later pleasures by so-called friends, and, finally, in spite of any sense of rationality, in…

Do you remember the first time we spent together naked – Touching with electric fingertips and our lips, in places that only lovers can explore. Together secret and silent, away from prying eyes and listening ears. Where moments melted into hours, Where hurried lust gave way to love, Where words not spoken were already heard….

Fear is my name, an acronym of who I really am, controlling my motion, the light of my path, guiding my life. I am often very good, and sometimes very bad, always driven to behavior with fear leading the way. I have allowed my emotional core to be covered over, as the mantle of the…

A young black girl dressed all in black, shimmering like the ebon sea at midnight. A short black dress barely covers her, temptatious charcoal thighs. She sits — the ebon sea parts revealing a shore of roses, petals spread and glistening of midnight dew. The flowers call to me, urging me to come…. closer, closer….

Eight eyes staring at me from ten inches above the ground, Blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes – Waiting for me to break down, waiting for my soul to die so they will have something to eat. Overhead, a cardinal sings, long, loud, a pretty song… When I float by it takes to wing. Eight…