It scratches along,

Criss-cross’d trails left in its wake.

Words unspoken, born.

Memoir or fiction?

Maybe haiku or free verse?

It’s fate is ne’er known.

Ne’er tells what it knows,

Only marks where it’s been told.

Behold: my love, pen!...

My heart flies like a sparrow...singing a sweet song,

So free and oh-so callow...to and fro headlong.

I long to be your hero...save you ev’ry day

Instead of just a zero...who you shoo away.

Your love is like a harrow...turning me within,

Your love is like an arrow...lacéd with poison....

“Meli! Come! Hurry!”

Juliana scanned the overgrown coffee trees for her 11 year old son, Meliton.

“Hay, Dios mío,” she mumbled. “That boy will be my death.”

The wind blew harder, and the rain began to gently fall. The sky grew darker.

Pat-a-tat. Pat-a-tat

Heavy drops slapped the leaves and wood roof of their humble shelter.

Juliana inhaled deeply and called again, “Meliiiii!”

At that mome...

“Hello,” Sophia called out as she walked to get a better look at the fish.

“Please be careful.”

“Mom! There’s glass. I’m not gonna fall in.”

Sophia stared at all the bright colors of the fish behind the glass: red, blue, and gold. She loved the gold-colored ones. Sophia knelt down to get closer look at a blue and yellow stripped fish when something caught her eye. It looked like a tiny goldf...

“You want to...”

That voice

“You know you to”

Within me hissed

“DO IT!”

Skull burning

“Look at her”

Heart throbbing

“Gossamer blouse”

Knees shaking

“You’re a good boy”

I remember

“Good boys don’t...” what?

I’ve forgotten

“GIVE IN!”

Sweet release

“Look at her”

Heart slowing

“Where is her blouse?”

Knees folding

“Do it”

I did

“You wanted to”

Yes, I did. “Now,

drop the knife.”...

Another night alone in the dark dank recesses of the city park that cool crisp autumn so long ago; air too cool for aviating arthropods to pester my honey-sweet hide I hunkered in the night’s camouflage, silently skulking my next victim. Lovers linger arm-in-arm in this shadowy sanctuary seeking soft sod where they can escape prying pupils from their lascivious leanings, while unbeknownst to them,...

Christine awoke beside her dead lover;

When night began

wifely bliss

both lay and joined

let themselves discover

The rite of love

they pronounced their oath.

Dawn light glowed

eastern heaven

Her love breathed no more:

Became the hawk;

ever more a god.

Moon child

sobbed from sadness,

wretched in her pain;

The spirit of her love

- not gone -

filled her, thrilled her,

gave her sight into th...

Why did they not listen?

I told them many times about the faulty circuit in my arithmetic sub-processor at the attitude junction switch. 1,432,567 times to be exact. But did they listen?

Of course not.

That is the problem with humans. Ever present to react; ever lax to proact.

My external sensors detect 15 different heart beats beneath my hull – all fading fast. None will survive at th...

There you are. Sweet beautiful creature, you. I’ve been watching the damned screen for days waiting for evidence to use in my case. But all I see is you. You’re wearing the pink shirt again - the one with the loose arms. I like that one. But those pants...the jeans you wore on Thursday would have been a better choice. I watch you squat down to examine the posies and I can’t help but feel something...

Softness is to anger what rain brings to snow.

Your touch melts my rage; it withers and no

One can see the pain in my mind while I cry

Out the takotsubo fleeing my eyes.

They’re my love stands strengthening with each breath

Rooting my soul, salvation from death....