Category: fiction


The Rain 1

 

I remember standing in the rain watching you cry behind the glass helpless, powerless, I could only watch as the curtain fell and I was alone Cold and wet I stood on your front porch listening to the muffled cries Our night was over. The hours until I could see you again laid before me like cold black miles I had never felt so alone, so removed from the world, Separated from my only purpose, my reason for being

I thought of you crying, knotted into the fetal position on your bed I could almost see you there with your cherry blossoms cheeks and sad determined eyes whispering how one day we would run away and never come back how we would find some far away land and spend our days playing backgammon and making love I thought of you standing behind the foggy glass helpless, powerless, as the curtain fell

I thought of you as the rain suddenly stopped and the sky opened wide and black above me I thought of you as the clouds spread and the stars sprinkled the sky and the moon glowed like the sun so many rainy nights have come and gone and I think of us now so many years later standing together behind the glass watching as the silvery sheets of rain fall and gather into deep dark puddles near our home Then I hear the tea kettle whistling high and sharp calling from our kitchen and I hear your voice calling me for tea and I drop the curtain and go inside.

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She lives in the house over there

She’s peeling paint off the ceiling

A marooned girl skipping in the moonlight

She’s nine years old

A thin smile and tired eyes

Her clothes are barely held together

The invisible girl walking on dusty roads

She’s nine years old

She has a friend and he lives over there

He smokes the peppermint cigar

Invisible in the daylight

He’s all she has in the world

He’s ninety years old

She sits with him in the morning

He feeds her pancakes in the afternoon

They’re reading the funny papers together

These are the best years of his life

He’s ninety years old

They lie on the cot in the backroom

With lunar sneaking in the windows

They’re drinking green fairy from the bottle

The sun comes up

They’re zero years old

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The Mintz

 

 

 

ice melting

as time spins

days meld into and nights

evenings are monolithic blocks

heavy, dark times frozen

somewhere in the in between

 

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the-law

“I grew up around these parts, born and raised.

Seen a lot of bad things too. Hell, did a lot of bad things,

Before I became the law, I mean.

I ain’t no angel; never claimed to be one neither.

I do what I’ve gotta do, however, I’ve gotta do it.

My methods ain’t always popular, but I’ve learned to live with that

You ain’t gonna please everyone.

Not if you’re doing the job the right.

But, if I had to guess I would say that all and all the people around here like me alright.

Hard to believe it’s been twenty-five years under the white hat.

My father was a law man. Grandfather too, and his father before him.

I guess you could say I was destine to it. If there is such a thing.

I don’t know …  I shudder to think what the next twenty- five will be like.

There is a different breed of evil among us now.

A darkness in people that I ain’t never seen before.

I wonder what the old-timers would have made of it

Hell, I don’t know what to make of it.

In the end, we all go back into the dust from which we came.

And when it’s all said and done and the weighing is finished

Some will go up and receive their rewards and the rest of us will go down into nothing

And that is that as they say. Anyways, I guess I had better get to it.

It’s already ninety-degrees in the shade, and it ain’t even 10:00 o’clock yet

When the temperature rises like this it brings out the devil in people.

It’s always bad this time of year, but this year is different, worse than the other years

There’s a black cloud out there hovering on the horizon

It’s coming, but I’ll be alright.

I’ll be right here waiting on it.”

 

 

 

 

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their beauty shone like diamonds

flickering arches

twisted and raging against the light

falling like comets

blazing against the velvet night

cursing in a voice

as loud and ominous as thunder

their loss of heaven

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Thunderbolt

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The thunderbolt strikes, Infecting my soul

Like venom coursing through my veins

Paralyzing me, Consuming me

Exploding into shimmering motes of light

 

 

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winter souls

 

Smiling zealots twisting faith

Hate is the foundation of

The evil horde of bland faces, winter souls

Wearing their self- righteous evil with honor

Lies and suppression are their tools

Fostering a system of inequality

Scheming against the light,

Darkening us all

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the smiths

 

What is beauty anyway

Whatever it is, she certainly isn’t that

Interesting is how they described her face

Sharp jaw and high cheek boned

Eyes the color of melting caramel

Hair shades of light and dark brown

Windblown and tussled around her elfin face

She wasn’t beautiful, so they say

Not in the conventional way, anyway

It lay behind her narrow brown specks

Hidden behind her broad red smile

Between her light and dark moods

What is beauty anyway

Whatever it is, she certainly isn’t that.

 

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