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''They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes,
Within a dream.''


2014 Pushcart Prize nominee. (more)

New story collection coming soon: Pseudo Stars

Many stories and poems published worldwide.
My work is raw and from experience and observations.


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I fell for her - Hard




Belief is drought


I fell in affection
For her face
And her confidence
And her body
Without really knowing
Who she was.
Common amongst the young
But I thought
I knew better.

I guess I was hoping for something different
This time around
Though experience had taught me otherwise
It’s nice to pretend
As we like to believe
In a prime-time outcome
A core that believes
In sunsets
And soothing credit rolls
And breakfast croissants on fluffy pillows.

Yet she was an asshole
Who would fuck her benefactor over
If it meant a tiny step up
Closer to the silver grinning tinsel.

Belief is a long dry creek bed.



















2 comments:

  1. A big change of tone at the end. Had me laughing, from surprise, when perhaps I should have been sad for the narrator's anger and disappointment.

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  2. Unfortunately, this happens on a regular basis.
    The poem is really good and the photo with the girl crossing her fingers behind her back is perfect.

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