Assassin Chronicles 4 By Sam Clifton |
My fair-haired victim is sitting on a park bench basking in the beauty of the day. The breeze blows the blonde hair around in circles above his head. He enjoys the wind. I can tell. Sometimes I am sad...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 23:34:00 GMT |
Assassin Chronicles 3 By Sam Clifton |
Ah. There is much life in this one! I love it when they run. I am the lion and they are my stag that fights for that last gasp of air. I do my job well. That last breath will never come. She has turne...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 23:29:00 GMT |
Assassin Chronicles 2 By Sam Clifton |
I see the target. There, in my sights! I am the hunter. I crouch on my perch like the owl waiting to swoop on its prey. I sometimes wonder if my victims pray. If they do, I wonder what they pray about...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 23:23:00 GMT |
Assassin Chronicles 1 By Sam Clifton |
It is in the darkness that I feel most alive. The cold steel of the trigger squeezed ever so slightly by my finger. This is what I was made for. The target it is in my sight. It's assassination time! ...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 23:21:00 GMT |
At the crossroads by Jaffari |
Feet are waitingReady for next stepCan't do itBrain tells meToo farMind's eye saysFrightened and alone I shiver inMuch DarkI break in twoLight!Renewal?
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 00:49:00 GMT |
Grow up I? by Jaffari |
Picking up the pieces of my childhoodWhen youth felt so oldAm I yet entitled to plead the 5th?I remember rememberingThe cherry tree, the old rocking chair the way things wereJust a schoolboy in my b...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 00:29:00 GMT |
Shameka by Jaffari |
A dewdrop quenches the dry earth of my soulI am crying on a ladder looking at my life Is heat to come this late in summer?I look at the road I am on A frog leads me up a hillWas this my life?I am a la...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 01:25:00 GMT |
Summer by Jaffari |
Buttons in an old Mason jarWell-worn ConverseA tattered American flagBubblegum moustacheCleaning the car with no shoes onSalty?Derelict Tony mows his lawnV A C A T ...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 18:31:00 GMT |
What is Love? by Jaffari |
Love is laughing until one's tummy hurtsLove is telling others when to stopLove is curling up in bed with some warm MochaLove is winning front row tickets to an A's gameLove is wearing one's favorite ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 21:27:00 GMT |
