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[Author's Note: "Harlem Dancer", the subject poem, may be found HERE.] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Randy Baker4 months ago in BookClub
Will your flesh make me righteous if I give in to your temptations? Will I be damned, as Eve, succumbing to the forbidden?
By Randy Baker4 months ago in Poets
My dad is largely a mystery to me. He died in August of 1991; my dad. There is never a convenient time to die, but that was a particularly inopportune moment.
The door was rigged with a wind chime, giving forth a jingle and a tinkle with each coming or going. * The diner was a relic.
From across the table, I tried to keep eye contact as Dale shared a funny story from his childhood. I only caught about every third word because I had other things on my mind.
By Randy Baker4 months ago in Fiction
[Author's Note: These two classic short stories are the subject of the article. If you are not familiar with these works, you owe it to yourself to read them.]
Asenath, daughter of Potipherah, Wife of Joseph, viceroy of all Egypt. You were given in marriage By no less than a directive of Pharoah,
Darkness settles in, wrapping tightly all around me like the frayed sheet on the bed. Lights out, eyes closed, the night steals into my senses,
Friendship comes in shades of blue from azure to teal like the deep sky or ultramarine like the sea at dusk when there is only
[Written for the Secret Writer Challenge, hosted by Real Poetic.] ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Grant me no glory but to marvel at the majesty of sunrise. Give me no fortune but the gift of another day. The wonders of the deep
You want to know when I’ll make something of myself. * You want to know when I’ll put my dreams away. * You never ask out loud,
