Category: 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 […]

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, […]

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 wasnโ€™t fucked up by his mother? Who melts the bitterness of betrayal? […]

Too, as in, Also…

fromย  ‘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 […]

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.ย  ~ Thank you for reading! ~ T.S. The Cafe […]

Proofs, Poems, Healing, and Hope

Up early this morning, though I don’t generally make it a habit to discuss my habits. There was, however, a great write up recently about how author Megan Abbott spends her Sundays.( You can read that here. ) What I loved about this piece is that as a […]

I Believe.

Each moment that I live and breathe, I believe, Yes, I believe, In caterpillars and butterflies, In thunderstorms and clear blue skies, I believe in angels strong, who guard me when the night grows long And I believe in a love divine that lingers in this heart of […]

The Daring Muse.

In moments daring, her heart shown through her breast, a rapid rhythm that if she confessed, held more inside its chambers than he knew, in every moment, every breath she drew, some shred of hope that if he saw her there, he’d understand that no love could compare, […]

Psalm of The Beautiful Dream.

I am being quiet because there is a voice that I need to hear, it is my own. I am choosing simplicity because I can. I remind myself to claim each day with intention. I am choosing calm over chaos. I am believing for restoration. Knowing and having […]

Dear Lover.

Why should we pretend we are not devastated? These lives, these loves, the lovers into friends, and friends, into lovers? Why should we pretend our passions do not drive us to distraction? Because these pretensions are the foundations of the world. What is the world, that we cannot […]

The Howling Dame.

11/7/12 This page is a cigarette, This page is a smoking gun. This page is a poem, and a Cinnamon Bun. This page is a loneliness carved into a tree. This page is a long, lost love, and tiny bits of destiny. This page is an evolution, Revelation, […]

The Eve of All Saints.

It is the Eve of All Saints. Beware your steps, tread lightly between the darkness and the break of day, ย first, do no harm, that no harm ย come to you. Beware your cloaks and daggers, and all the earthly wagers on your soul, ย for it can be neither […]

Poetica Erotica.

The Fall Of Man ย ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  ย ย An Anonymous Poem A handย omnipotent, in endless space, From chaos, formed a world and found a place, Where, through the countless ages, yet unborn, A star might shine from dusk to rosy morn. Great […]