Poem: Little Star

In my bed I turn and stretch, exhale a slow frustrated breath, And curse my inability to sleep. Minutes and then hours tick by, as hordes of thoughts assail my mind, All clamorous but nothing very deep. I sit and yawn and check the time, five hours gone since half past nine, Look out the window... Continue Reading →

The Heist (The Final Part)

“It is you,” he said. I didn’t know what to do. “Do you know who I am?” he asked. “Uh, yes sir,” I said. “I have a lot of respect for you, and if you could just let me explain—” “No, no. That’s not what I meant.” He peered at me. “You’ve been there recently, haven’t... Continue Reading →

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