527 words, 3 minutes read time. "Oh, come now, Bill. You don't believe that. You don't believe in suicide." "Mel, I don’t know what to believe anymore. But, wait! I do believe in one thing. I believe that I love these peanuts!" I’ve been shelling one peanut after another for some time now. Who knows... Continue Reading →
~ Easter Break
434 words, 2 minutes read time. Maybe it's these stupid allergies I try so hard to disclaim, or maybe the thick New Delhi smog that drifts thick here on the northern breeze. It clogs my nose, crusts my eyes, makes me thick, but only after everything inside of me runs out to them. A breeze... Continue Reading →
No work at all
963 words, 5 minutes read time. I was interviewing for a copywriting position at WorkStress, a minor distributor for retail book giant Barnes & Noble, when this HR interrogation guy asked me, right out of the blue, right at the last minute, what had been my favorite subject in school? I thought the interview was... Continue Reading →
skipping stones.
-1962-thirteen skips. We were playing alongside the monoliths of Stonehenge when I picked up this rock. I thought it was a trilobite. It wasn't. It was just a flat rock. I knocked off the muddy crud that covered it and saw it to be a perfect skipping stone, so I sent it sailing across the... Continue Reading →
things of little or no concern.
Please note: some things mentioned may be sad. "Things were going along just fine." I would guess almost anyone might say the same, or at least something very similar. We all tend to navigate, make decisions, and cast judgments using our own terms of common sense. At least, we try to do so most of... Continue Reading →
redawned
Had we more space than now, maybe a small room, or a tiny apartment where we might share our love. Just the two of us. Somewhere near water. Maybe a well from which we could draw to drink, and sometimes bathe, perhaps wash our feet, even clean our clothes. Always to be used with care,... Continue Reading →
excerpt from Eighteen Days from Qatar
I was holding back at our farm in Jaipur because of the monsoons, which was okay. It gave me time for, among other things, closing the books on the summer wheat crop. I had also just finished preparations to export three full shipping containers of garments, borrowed jewelry, and concealed gold jewelry back to the... Continue Reading →
Writing as punishment.
It's all about me! (from the Dog Box #2) I'll make this quick and easy. Quick by leaving out most of the details nobody cares about. Easy by sticking to my earliest writing efforts, after which, who really cares? I wrote my first poem when in grade school. It was a writing assignment. I was... Continue Reading →
Hack Haiku,
Academically Speaking I don't like writing things that aren't from the heart. So, rather than that, I write what I call heartless haikus. Mostly just to pass the time. Like now, while I'm here waiting for you to come to. They are quick, simple, and unlike limericks, they don't even have to rhyme. Hell, they... Continue Reading →
passage to poetry cove
Use the four links below to reach my poetry, which is on Tacklebarn, my Blogger site. When you are done visiting any of these destinations, simply close the blog, and you will automatically sail back here to "torn words." Enjoy your voyage. >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~< 2- Accidental Inquiries--> https://daltononpoems.blogspot.com/ 3- Constant Amiquities--> https://jolteon13.blogspot.com/ 4- Revised Permanence--> https://gradualrevisions.blogspot.com/... Continue Reading →
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