Stories tagged death

The First poem.

11961196 views33 comments00 favs

Then you stopped abrupt.

The 2nd poem.

10691069 views00 comments00 favs

You came to me In the self made calm Causing quite a storm You want me to rejoice and relax? Not knowing my fears Shall we ever fly?

My Brother Outside a Cantina at Night, Mexico

11281128 views55 comments11 fav

in his thin, swanky black leather jacket out on the town at night in Mexico with his girlfriend

About My Dad

11031103 views88 comments22 favs

My dad drove a Model A Roadster and had a photo taken of him on a hunting trip up in Wisconsin with one leather boot up on the running board and a .22 caliber pistol in his hand like Ernest Hemingway and Clark Gable rolled into one My dad ro

From Beyond

11081108 views22 comments00 favs

Someday they'll find me face-down in a puddle of ink.

Death and the big city

2020 views00 comments00 favs

She ordered us a pizza and we sat at the kitchen table eating cheap two for one deal pizza. I pushed the grease around with a crust. My mother drank a tall Tanqueray and tonic.

Touching Jim

8585 views33 comments11 fav

He introduced me to key lime pie, for this alone I would have loved him forever...

The Undertaker's Son

11611161 views00 comments00 favs

You would never see me the same again. You'd always be peaking at me from behind your mother's apron.

The Man Who Lives In My Shower

10891089 views1212 comments66 favs

There is a man who lives in my shower. He was here when I moved into my apartment three months ago, so I didn’t have much choice in the matter.

11 Bang-Bang

10081008 views33 comments22 favs

The smell of candy and burn... /A patriotic prose poem for the fourth of July.

Putting the Fun in Funeral

15611561 views00 comments00 favs

The funeral was a blast. One helluva time. We all had the time of our lives. Well, all of us except Dominic. It pissed me off that Dominic didn’t have fun. After all, he was the center of attention. The whole day was about him, and we spared no expense

(5) Forgiveness

10051005 views00 comments11 fav

“Charlie was right about you, Nan,” she said in a voice of pure defeat. “You are a gentle spirit. And probably too good for people like us.”

Can't You Tell When I Get Lonely?

11401140 views33 comments11 fav

“Can't you tell when I get lonely?”, she asks. “No”, I say. It gets awkward because she wants me to know when she gets lonely. I don't give her the attention she wants without realizing it. She moves away and stares at me for…

Five Years Ago

2626 views33 comments11 fav

I pressed the tiny pill onto his tongue so it would stick and in doing so I touched his tongue with the tip of my finger. It was hot and damp, and it didn’t feel like the tongue of a dying man.

Infinity Pool

12461246 views1111 comments44 favs

I sink until water saturates my lashes, waiting, breathless, for the words to stop.