Not the Tenerife Sea
Gray waves rolled onto a pale shore.
Not Tenerife sea for sure.
I’m heartsore
hurting evermore
from the confusion and more. Continue reading Not the Tenerife Sea
Category: short story
Memory’s Shell Game
Who was I? Was I a member of the suit-and-tie wearing corporate class or a sword-swinging man in a metal cuirass? Continue reading Memory’s Shell Game
Stepping on Speaking Hens
I’m out of my depth,
out of my league,
stepping on speaking hens
who prophesy doom. Continue reading Stepping on Speaking Hens
Aired Out
Images bloomed, scattershot
then in a barrage caught
and reflected on the knife
slicing the air, ending my unlife. Continue reading Aired Out
I prefer my Cupid without his Gun
A gun-toting Cupid shot
me through the heart Continue reading I prefer my Cupid without his Gun
The Knife’s Cold Play
Luminous wings flapped,
while thunder clapped
drowning out my screams. Continue reading The Knife’s Cold Play
Like a criminal, it stalked
Like a criminal it stalked.
Floating up as I balked,
the dagger balanced on point. Chalked
circles met my eye and they talked
of black magic while I gawked. Continue reading Like a criminal, it stalked
Smoke Punched Him in the Face.
Smoke punched him in the face. Overbalancing, he plummeted into the rainbow-hued mist of an uncaring sun. Continue reading Smoke Punched Him in the Face.
Between the Lines
Between the lines, we fell,
I to heaven, he to hell.
Listening for the bell,
I heard only death’s knell,
calling my crush to his cell. Continue reading Between the Lines
Glass Animals Make Poor Weapons
Jason held the blade level with his eyes
and in its shine, my visage reflected.
Shock stuck my tongue to my mouth’s roof, no cries
escaped my lips’ prison. Continue reading Glass Animals Make Poor Weapons
Betrayal detailed in fabric
The demon sizzled in my fire–
a holy pyre sent to retire
one crispy demon and his sire
through the man I’d loved and inspired.
#NovemberNotes Continue reading Betrayal detailed in fabric
Almost Lovers
We were almost lovers he and I,
lost in a world of desire,
but I was his new hire.
So we burned in a pyre
kindled by lust mired
in the real world briar.
#NovemberNotes Continue reading Almost Lovers
Eternal
What anchored me and what spawned the tether?
Finding it changed me from a pale feather
floating on chance’s breeze in the aether. Continue reading Eternal
Simplicity in Hell’s Casino
Slot machines chime a jackpot dirge
it’s the simple things our minds purge—
spiritual tethers submerge
until they’re stretched and we diverge Continue reading Simplicity in Hell’s Casino
Silent Shells
Hello daylight my old friend,
I’ve come to talk to you again.
I looked through a crack at the end,
stared at a pile of silent shells. Continue reading Silent Shells
Melinda Kucsera - USA Today Bestselling Author of Epic Fantasy Adventures 
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