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Downstream from where the girls come to bathe I lift rocks to stir the janga, casting my net and a hopeful eye toward the pool where she stands, like Eve,
By Randy Baker4 months ago in Poets
It wasn’t like Emily to run off and leave me like that. But she did. I thought that surely she would be right back and everything would be okay, but sometimes life isn’t that simple.
By Randy Baker4 months ago in Fiction
With a simple, unconscious act, she began drawing me in. Crossing of legs, with a flash of thigh; a skirt riding unintentionally high,
When there’s nothing left to lose, nothing left to prove, when I finally lay empty, bare, crumpled, broken, Free.
In the twilight shadows In the landscape of our dreams Hidden in the whispers That drift down on pale moonbeams We catch a fleeting glimpse
"Jelly man! Jelly man!" A stampede of children erupts, as we stroll by, my own child quizzing me with eyes that see all these things new.
In a quiet lab, atoms split Pandora’s box. Boom! The old world is gone.
Tuneless tinkling of windchimes lulls me like the song of sirens. Like a perfect picture postcard, the expanse of the sea lies before me.
By Randy Baker5 months ago in Poets
I owe that Doctor Bird an apology. Icicles drip from his long, streamer tails. Alone, perched against a snowy backdrop.
Beneath my bed, in shadows deep it lies, the beast, unseen, breathes whispers of the past. With its creeping tendrils it comes and tries
Oil platforms rise out of the ocean like futuristic islands in a dystopian sci-fi movie. I can’t help but think it is, in fact, somewhat dystopian, future, or not. What a way to mess up a magnificent view.
By Randy Baker5 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the church at Radu Vodă are thousands, * perhaps tens of thousands, of squares of paper * seen through