Each day after school, a little brown boy grabbed his backpack to begin his journey home. As he exited the main doors, he would look down at his sock with the blue stripe, near the top, slouching around his ankle. He would reach down and pull it up. As he began to walk, it would […]

A star packed sky dots the scene, Hand in hand, a quixotic dream, Jumping out of a Friday night, And onto the movie screen. Speed it up, slow it down. We glide across the shoreline. We out race the light, We love in never ending night! For It was written across the heavens, In the […]

Willow trees dripping their branches onto the pond. Touching at the water’s edge. Crowned by dense foliage. Expressed in leaves of vibrant green. Two in a boat. The surface peaceful, from the stroke. Monet in appearance. The air still. The picture bug free. The edges indistinguishably fuzzy. by malakhai jones img src: http://picturesoftrees.org/large/96/Weeping-Willows-Tree-Pictures-6.jpg

The place is here, the time is now, and the journey into the shadows that we’re about to read could be our journey.  A journey that is not without irony.  I submit for your review, John Michael Jones.  A father of two and a devoted husband.  He’s a guy of average intellect and an above average […]

Blue and Purple meeting at the fingertips. Interlaced as Misty Blue yields to Purple undercurrents. A deep pull on Purple, Fills the lungs, Into the bloodstream and to the brain. The ghost afloat, Arms outstretched. Purple darkness surrounds. A slow and soothing exhale on Purple Woos. Air currents flow past the body. Purple corpuscles trail […]

Hips swaying back and forth, Methodically and seductively, One foot replacing the other. Slide and twist. Humming soulful renditions, Depicting a rendezvous. No words,  “Shhhh.” No movement,  a felt embrace. This is where I meet her, When I close my eyes. Jonesin’ for a rendezvous. Sharing a sunset over the beach. A place outside of the […]

An inland lagoon of deep purple. Greeted on all but one side by the soft earth of cavern floors. Currents solemnly migrating under the silver gaze of the moon. Serenity produces a song of silence, with the occasional improvisation of the waters outside. Candles religiously congregate within the cavern. Their lights flicker with a dedicated […]

I had a friend who preferred her imagination to the dullness of life.  She climbed into the trees and parted the leaves.  She ran away and climbed up and away into her dreams.  Only to descend from her tree house for breakfast, lunch, and dinner; whereupon finishing, she promptly climbed the ladder back into the […]

Close your eyes and imagine me. See my spoken words with your aggressive flirt. Keeping pace with my rhythm, Just imagine me. Let my song sing to your soul So deep under the rhythmic caresses, Moving across the surface. Tasting the salty sweetness of your arch. Just close your eyes. Imagine the squint in the […]