Tag Archives: prose

Eye Scream

I tried to make the piano scream last night. I struck the keys so hard, that I could feel my fingers bruising more and more, with each passing measure. In that moment, I don’t think I cared if they broke, … Continue reading

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Enjoy the Silence

It’s Sunday night, and I only write poems on Fridays. This is a problem, because, there is a poem stuck inside, and though it’s near the surface, the next five days, are going to feel, like an eternity in hell, … Continue reading

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Dunkin Do-Nots

Sitting in Dunkin, with coffee and a book, when a 30-something guy approaches, says, “He likes how I look”. I smile, say thank you, attempt to return to my page, but am ambushed with questions, from a guy who should … Continue reading

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Smells Like Teen Spirit

He wanted to be Kurt Cobain, except Cobain was already gone, and he was still here, though he didn’t want to be. He made me his muse, I didn’t want to be, but I was. So I played my piano, … Continue reading

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Shake It Off

I’d like to pay homage, to the following men, those I wish, to never see again. The one who flirted with the waitress, the one who may have been racist, the one in love with his ex, the one who … Continue reading

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Six Degrees of Separation

I can’t write about you, simply because, as anonymous as this blog is, even anonymity has its limits. Our ‘six degrees of separation’, are more like ‘two’, and ‘one’ of those degrees, follows this blog. The ironic part is, I … Continue reading

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Love Is A Dog From Hell

“Love is a Dog from Hell” (by Charles Bukowski), was the book you had once given to me. I always thought your title choice ironic, since we were strictly platonic, was there something I didn’t see? And you’ll never (EVER) … Continue reading

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