Poem by Think in the Morning:  Now

Poem by Think in the Morning: Now

 I don’t want to knowWhere we goWhen we die.I just wantTo be alive.To hear theEternal buzz of lifeBe it harmonyOr be it strife.To smell the rainWhether healthyOr in pain.To feel connectedTo the oneOr to the other.To taste the fallWinter springAnd the summer.To see the...
Short Fiction – Friend Me

Short Fiction – Friend Me

 He was not one to dig up corpses but sometimes they rose from the dead.  When he got a “Friend” request from her, his first thought was to delete it but for some reason he left it in his Notifications.  It kept coming back up every time he logged on like a bad...
Poem by Think in the Morning: Extra

Poem by Think in the Morning: Extra

 The moon is happy.There is a willing tide.An owlResponding like grandfatherTo a change in the weatherCrosses the limits of reflectionMoving confidentlyThrough his world of dreams.From where I sitI can see the dustUpon those gathered dreams.It does not brush off...
Short Fiction – Maya

Short Fiction – Maya

 Súbeme paso apasito. Ho quieras pegar brinquitos.                 From The Lotería, La Escalera (The Ladder) Mutual forgiveness of each viceSuch are the gates of paradise                           William Blake  Female, single, lonely, elderly and rich.  It was the...