In the time between night and morning. In the delirium of the border country between awakening and near post sleep, a kiss dreamed can feel real. The whipped up, ephemeral body feels solid enough to elicit a reaction in those in-between hours. Sugary sweet it must be. The mind sees. The neck cranes. The lips […]

Moonlight travels, The shadows, Draw to a close. Ceiling fan whirs, The restless stir, Resisting repose. I blend into, Merge into, Bring heat to the dark. The sheen on a Moreno hue, Resisting dissolution, Into the fading light, Holding you tight, Into the late hours, Into the maturity of the night. The magic in your […]

When I get old there’s gonna be a lot of shit that I’m gonna just stop caring about.  There’s so much wasted time, I could prolly free up and put to better use.  I’ve already identified quite a few things and listed them out. Hmmm.  Might not be a bad idea to get a head […]

The candle lit, the flame dances atop the wick, dancing between the winds, pushed between pursed lips.  The arcane spoken word, the sunshine, bringing life to those without it.  The twist, thirsty and peckish for more like a deep pull, but settling for just a sip. On October the fifth, I climbed into my mind […]

The label of job creator, is simply a matter of perspective. Every homeowner has temporarily employed the services of companies to get a job completed. Are homeowners temporary job creators? Employees, are companies of one who, sell their services to other companies. The sooner people, in the “role” of employee, realize their power, the sooner […]

Four chairs. One plate, One fork. Two chairs. One napkin, One filled glass. One chair. A microwave meat pie. Camping out across the table, is the noisy white conversation, of too many red lettered bills and junk mail. The TV, slightly out of frame with a dark, blank screen, chattering away into the background. He […]

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 […]

The Sun’s light shown through the windows and doors of the all white room.  The all white curtains stood sentry at the windows, motionless and at attention.  She sat at the piano between two, all white columns. Her wrists, in staccato movements, struck the keys with angled elbows, while her fingers, deliciously, devoured each note. […]