Red flowersweaved in your beautiful hair,spread delicate perfume,white butterflies like your souldance at the song of cardinals,your eyes betraythe sadness of your heart;old painful memories,lost dreams,forgotten tears,a burned candle of the lost lovebut;Spring is here,hopes are reborn,true love never dies,remains forever alivelike a holy sealdeep inside us. Photo by Anne-sophie Parent on Pexels.com About the... Continue Reading →

The abandoned car stood on the waste ground,rusting away, doors hanging off, leather seats ripped.The children played there on warm summer daysbut I was not allowed.The place was dangerousand the children were rough.It was the first time I had ever been in a car.I sat behind the wheel to drive it makingengine noises like a... Continue Reading →

claudius we hearyou are of the immortalssmelling the sky on yousmelling the high on youon tiptoe motorbikewith plastic drum kitand sexy nikonloving the girls of parishaving to go through the browof the boulevardin a busted biscuit tinwhat news from the front old friendwhat news from the ash heapsee where mediterranean boyssharpen their gut rippers dark... Continue Reading →

When love is unusedyour soul feels its weight like gallons of water placed on top of your skullhow do you get those things purgedwhen you did not load them willingly?how do you plead with the colossal spring comprising of unconditional love and gorgeous grace to halt when there's no faucet made for it? how do... Continue Reading →

I was half-mad with despair,Hopeless in love and life,At the end of my rope--so I chose to drown,To cease all pain inSweet oblivion, to beNo more, to be gone….And when I flung myYoung and strong bodyInto that swollen river,I thought that’s whatAwaited me—nothing!But oh I was so wrong,For my agnostic mindCould not foresee theAwaiting vast... Continue Reading →

Dad takes us on a long drive as we reunite after two years. We come across my old schooldad starts reminiscing first day of my schooland exclaims, he used to be a brat;Mamma replies, this institution is a paletteof memories which turned him into a sincere boy. Two miles away, there’s an exhibition going onwhere... Continue Reading →

Silent, a shadow skirts the sleeping beast, the way you detour black ice on sidewalks. Never mention pain, nor love’s cold smiles. Do not share what stirs you in the night. The way you sidestep black on sidewalks like a crossover quick step from lockdown,you never share what stirs your nights.Avoid that door. It is... Continue Reading →

I cannot be sure; one iota of doubtWill cancel a lifetime of certainty outAnd even if, after I wake from death’s dreamI stand at God’s throne and he tells me his schemePerhaps I’m still sleeping and heaven or hellAre drug-induced fantasies - how can I tell?And if that is true of what’s outside my skinHow... Continue Reading →

Young, gifted Christy.Her voice–a memory,haunting, soothing, confusingme.Echoing Barbara Streisand’smemoriesfrom the corners of my mind.At the church,her mother, father–was there a brother, a sister?I don’t remember.But the memory of themwading in the water–saltyFlowing down the aisle–troubles me.God’s gonna trouble the water and mymemoriesof her ebony skin,her lipstick parted like the Red Sea.Go Down, Moses!Way Down, Moses!Her... Continue Reading →

Like a yawn. Like a rake left on a yard with a sudden winter coming on, the snow burying it, so that we forget where we left it. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com About the Poet: Ron Riekki has been awarded a 2014 Michigan Notable Book, 2015 The Best Small Fictions, 2016 Shenandoah Fiction Prize,... Continue Reading →