The Accidental Professor
The Accidental Professor He was the victim of his Lack of education, self-inflicted Or not. So he couldn’t, or Wouldn’t, understand when She called him her remora. At first he… Continue Reading
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The Man With No Remorse
The Man With No Remorse Behind the desk, spurious Trophies of forgotten things, Meant to remind the viewers Of some glory that never existed. The fists on the table, the… Continue Reading
Beginning
Beginning They clustered around the Time machine, the minute Device they’d concocted together, An intricate mechanism of Puzzles, questions, and problems, Weighted on tiny scales balanced On a grain of… Continue Reading
Old Friend
Old Friend In the park On one of his age-old Daily walks, he stops To watch a game He remembers, In the rain, and The ball rolls out of play… Continue Reading
After The End
After The End The first day after the end, She threw away everything that Couldn’t be burned or eaten or Drunk or used as a weapon or To build something… Continue Reading
one day
one day other than being obsessed with her he had no thoughts on each morning over breakfast when he could he drew overly simple pictures of her visions of her… Continue Reading
Being
Being For the best reasons We become parents. The meaning of life is to make better things, To live it fully. They grow and away, Too often on the other… Continue Reading
Two poems
I did actually write a mastoprompt poem yesterday, just ran out of time to post it. So here are two. The first one is a continuation of “Preamble” from 6th… Continue Reading
Preamble
Preamble “Before we really get started,” She said, having removed his clothes And put them next to the bed In a neat pile by hers, “we have To agree that… Continue Reading
That Universal Truth
That Universal Truth Surprised by the desire For once not to rush, the Ambitious young poet, Always on the search for Another universal truth, Slows his pace to match His… Continue Reading