The Forever Writer – Haiku

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I found a lost pen
started to write words with it
forever, I write

A Walk to Bartender

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6:05 kicking rocks
every stride a pebble or two
summer hugging me the whole way
the sun was slowly packing up for the day 
and the moon would be here in a few hours 
Saturday so lazy dogs paid no mind to pesky flies 
or to an orange cat nibble-ling a rickety fence 
right there, in front me as my freedom faded away

6:06 I placed my gaze everywhere 
taking in as much still time as I could 
before drunkards beckon me 
fill me full of lies, blow smoke in my face
tell me I’m cute when no one’s watching
and shout more regretful things 
make promises…break promises 
dance 
sing
love 
hate
take swings
jest 
do it all past the pale of moonlight
or until clocks shoo them away

to the place they all knew my name
the walk to a bartender
was a rehearsal
for a keeper of tabs
a keeper of secrets
a keeper of ale
it’s 6:07
what can I get ya… 
 
 
 

Story Jots # 6 – UFOcean

It showed up around seven. On the button because Charlie and I had just left the wharf about to start the last whale tour of the day. We were barely at the edge of the bay where it connects with the rest of the ocean when it first peered through the fog. The fog looked as if it was moving with it. Never once revealing too much of it. At first, we assumed it was some offshore ship coming in for unexpected repairs or supplies. That happens from time to time. You’d be amazed by some of the crazy-looking vessels that drop anchor in this harbour. It’s because of how deep and wide the harbour is, and how world-class our shipyard is known to be.

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Dirty Dare

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that night there was a fire in all their eyes 
each time a heartbeat, another felt its rhythmic passion 
a guise was given to open the euphoric
allow dreams to transpire 
give way to deep fantasies 
unlock rooms full of lust 
a house of secrets welcomes a guest 
sweat makes him shine like a trophy  
his skin is a craving  
aphrodisiac to taste 
casting eyes no matter where the gaze 
he cannot see for propositions 
adventures without warnings 
free tickets without cost 
dare he swims in a sea of naked taunts
dare he wade in a sultry ocean
dare he listen to pleading whispers
dare he…

A Story Written in Ash

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When I write, I give it like blood 
all my emotions like DNA 
unique to me 
only it can be shared with others 
it passes through to the world 
I’ll never know if it lives on 
a day 
a week 
a month 
a year 
…forever 
but I won’t stop bleeding my words 
I’ll still give away my life 
for longer life
for my story