(A well-seasoned poem of resounding love) — Should winter bring threnody to love between thorns, and snakes, and blood idols on demon legs stinging warrantlessly, bludgeoning fools we pray knell to purity like a sunny friend… When the rain ends remember. We hear bells. While winter feasted, our wood-chip bones, ash left after thorns remained, were left…

Be true to who? You that’s who? You can’t fake reality. The best we can do is pick up and move on. Perfection is an illusion we create to empower ourselves to reach for the stars. But everyone knows — too well —at times we think our goals are unrealistic…

Sometimes the best trick requires no magic at all! — He was a magician, of the tallest order. But he was still very small... Except for his smile. Which was ginormous! And was full of pearly teeth, like a crocodile. But not so many he could not brush them all off. His hat was long and conical, like a party…

The sound of her laughter erupted; in two seconds I was sultry. — I’m telling you this today in case something happens, in case I fall in love, or worse — for some unknown reason, my heart fails the call. Her man held court on a block of wooden tables in the town’s bar and grill. He ordered the space to be arranged…

(We don’t have to name it or try to explain it) — I would like to share a kiss with you. We don’t have to name it or try to explain it; It could be short, a second-minute or two. if it’s okay with you to do... Old suns and moons share kisses too. Spin big worlds, light through and through; and you and…

Loading the laughs for October 2022 — Over the summer I have been honing some skills on Twitter @cseancordes One area is humor. I want to write comedy fiction, and the basic block of comedy is the one-liner — in humor and life really. So I have been working on adapting riffing off good ones, and building…

Is it the moon, or is it light? — Light flickers on and off, like indecisive fairies. Guarding the long wall, the wooden box smiles; promises a porthole. We stare at cryptic images from an unpainted past, bright ghosts, and dark shadows. We lean near to one another, like willow-bent poles on a pup tent. Fearing bravery, giving comfort. …