prose

The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran

“Then Almitra said, speak to us of Love. And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings […]

In The Lingering of November

Almost December, I wonder what it will bring with it, however much I try not to. I think about the things we think we always wanted, the ones we got, and the ones that got away, in the middle of the day, in the glaring light of dawn, in the […]

Fairy Wails

Coming soon… Fairy Wails Where is this hero Who is so oft spoke of? Where it this mythological man, Who saves the day, Who mends the heart And lights the way? Where is the hero Who wasn’t fucked up by his mother? Who melts the bitterness of betrayal? Who elevates […]

Too, as in, Also…

fromΒ  ‘Gold Mine’ _____this true heart______________ I will write your name on every breath from now until forever, forget you never, know that I have not let go of this true heart. Forgiving you and him and them and everyone, everything, sing ever louder, stronger, taking claim of every wind […]

Red Line Wine, Available Now!

Red Line Wine, Selected poetry and prose, 1977-1996. This is the lightning in a bottle of my youth. I hope that you enjoy these poems and pieces of prose. You may read a few of them here, listed below.Β  ~ Thank you for reading! ~ T.S. The Cafe New Orleans […]

The Cafe’ New Orleans.

The CafΓ© New Orleans May, 1996 It was the kind of morning that I love, the sky, a mix of cold greys and steely blues, a chill in the air and the smell of rain. I was sitting at the counter reading a newspaper, one of the last ones still […]

Worlds Spilling

Sometimes, my worlds collide, spilling over into one another. Sometimes the poison from some previous wound has worked its way to the surface for release. There are times when I don’t realize that that is what is happening until after the fact, not quite like the delirium of a fever, […]