Poetry

"In 1964, my father and uncle loaded the U HAUL..."

"...I found no hope to live like a king or as a happy person..."

"...advertised next to survival manifestos for the worried sick man..."

"...of course, the ruining party was represented..."

"...when men and women with cameras and microphones come to the door..."

Read them carefully: it's all too easy to say "It's too hard to see them as real."

"...In the glow I could see the burning desire of our times..."

"...The touch of your hand is more than I can bear..."

"...one more expense on your receipt..."

"...Tony still has your golf bag, by the way..."

"...basic commodities have kissed scarcity AGAIN..."

"...leave them to laugh at the desert's edge..."

Michael Fiorito is currently a contributing short story editor for Mad Swirl magazine. In 2018, his short story collection "Freud?s Haberdashery Habits & Other Stories" was published by Alien Buddha Press.

"...some get to glim others slip away..."

"...but you can't let your attention wander for one second..."

"...guitar solos long and scraggly as 19th century beards..."

"A fortnight from their oasis destination..."

"...lessons that I think are wrong..."

"...She had to go back home..."

"...waves brought much too high like wind on a lake..."

"...You can do your best to pretend the fall of Rome is not upon us..."

"...Tomorrow the distant castle's shadow will be gone..."

"...there's too many sprains in this house..."

"...Brightly cliffed and shining, On the roof of the sky..."

"...Dawn stirred with its smiling rays..."

"...In what field strides a dark Witch, through stalks as thick as bovine legs..."

"...water explodes, roars out of the hydrant's mouth and the block of kids cheer like he's some God sending down rain..."

"...I wanted to make them laugh To forget about my own grief..."

"...Struggling every day since this songbird has gone radio silent..."

"...I told you that they loved just once..."