Each month, write a new collection.
Second Dateshe sat onthe bar stoolnodded tothe bartenderthe beer mugslid to heropen palma red linedrifted downthe wet glassshe suckedher palmunconsciouslya slight smilecrossed her lipsas she tastedthe sweet bloodshe scannedthe bar, her eyesfell on him —a wolf on the prowlas he closed thedoor to his Ferrarishe slid her fingerdown the bladestrapped to her legnow exposed inthe slit of herslinky black dressshivering withpleasure fromthe pain
this is a sequel to a poem I wrote for Lummox Press (called First Date).
Oh she is scary alright. Just the kind of girl I wouldn't want to date. Although I would enjoy the Ferrari...until I was dead anyway.
yea, I didn't think I would revisit her. Maybe she will get some more story.
Yeah you really captured something here!
StartleA bee that circles around you no matter where you walk Threatening but never stingingAt least not yet.Something rustling in the underbrush of the salalThe intermittent whining of eagles. Just past your line of vision Something jumps in then outAt night a low lumpy shadow creature in the high beams of the car Lumbers away without your having any ideaWhat that thing was.
Ha! So many scary things in this. I like the contrast of "low" and "high in the third to the last line.
That was us last night in the forest. Really captured that feeling!
nice one. the anticipation can be worse.
What is it?That noiseIn the dark?That wheeling sound?coming our wayIt is pitch blackout hereNo one should be out here!!at this time of nightWe only went on a midnightwalk and there sounds likean electric somethingcoming up the hillThere it stopped listen for itThere it's coming!!If it is just a cart or a wheelchairor something, why are there no lights?It is pitch dark out hereand nobody is aroundI'm getting the creepsLet's get out of hererun, let's go, run HURRY!!
That's great man. Friggin' creepy!!
We thought it was a mechanical monster in our terrified minds
A Pity Party in HaikuRejected againWhat if my worst fear comes true?No publication
a terrible fear. great to encapsulate it so neatly.
What we all feel with every rejection!
Yes, great. Even after you get published the rejections still sting.
There is hope for the writer who is publishedIf one needs the feeling of encouragement
BOOM!POW!No, this is not about some vintage comic.Not mimicking that.In Long Beach,where I lived for almost 2 years,every evening I'd hear those sounds.Those sounds would go off about 5 times.Then a few minutes later,the sounds would occur again.Every night,And no one would ever call the cops.I still dont know whether they were gun shots,like someone practicingor fireworks,or something else even.Have no idea.Neither did anyone else.