Creative Writing

The sun never sets in the eyes of a child who sees the world on his own level horizon. he leans on his side, relaxing with the roses on a bank, so he can see through one drowsy eye the quiet cottage where a pot is starting to boil on the stove, and his mother…

I found a sprig of wood, Of barky birch, like Robin Hood Enshrouded in a ghostly cape— Bowy as a spring, and tender as the rain. I bent it with my small sprout hands And saw the white wood strain. I found a length of yarn, Blue as fire tips, right on My mother’s ceder…

Two jackals fighting, Muscles bulging, eyes coyote wild,       And in their teeth they yank a pup apart. Sinews stretch and his taut skin splits at the seams       And hot desert blood splashes the sun soaked sand. A green eyed scorpion whips his spiny tail       And the jackals share the mangled meat       And the blood red…

Reach for the radio’s knob—       a turn, that’s all it takes; A million filaments aligning makes       a tattered noise, a scream of little girls and boys in Stadiums. One flick— and—yet—       We soon forget: One turn of one wrist       And worlds connect. Reach for it. What frequency has found his voice at your command, what…

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I sat there     weak and weary, The bright white Porcelain rounded toilet bowl     I hovered o’er, While I sat there, nearly hurling, suddenly I     felt a whirling, As if something gently twirling, twirling at the     stomach floor; “ ‘Tis the lobster’s tail” I muttered, “twirling at     my stomach’s floor.…

There is a moonlit pathway in my dreams, Which spreads before me, drenched in silvery light, How phantomlike and sickly white it seems: So walks the haunting image of my night. But once, I think, I saw a ghostly light, Adrift before me, walking on my trail. I dared not call and scare it into…

Like a black puddle they form,       Up From the ground Dirty ripples, dirty dirty ripples Squish squash, but march they go Leave the comrades, march march march march march march on Like a black plague, they spread across the sands, In bands of loyal regiments They’ve taken the hill! In the bread! Win the lead!…

My face pressed hard against the cold alley wall, I saw below my eyes a little worm appear. He looked around, levering himself so he could stretch his long neck far, far out, then withdrew and stationed himself again in his little crack. The next time he came out, I tested him. I tickled his…

You have won, noble Otto. The sword and feather merged in       Unity. Our nation freed, and we released to march upon the world. A new country. A new people. A new order. A new race. Millions millions millions millions millions millions Will fall for us. Die for our cause.       Can you smell it, Otto? Can…