by Richard M. Ankers (Author’s Note) As the poem explains, I’m a quiet one, but sometimes you just have to speak up. I fear the boom bangers Though I’ve never met a one I fear them with a passion I fear them with an innate need Their reputation precedes them Though I’m unsure from where?… Leer más The Boom Bangers
by Richard M. Ankers It was a miscalculation, nothing more. She expected something I was unwilling to give. Such is life. We avoided the question for the first year, the good year. By the second, we were married, mostly through worldly boredom, and the question arose more often. I had, of course, known her feelings… Leer más The Melancholy Divide
by Richard M. Ankers I see patterns in the darkness, great swirls of black, they flow together like ink in water, separate and disperse. Chunks of reality dipped in obsidian dreams, these are my memories made manifest. I see them in the moment, reach out, but intangible, they slip away. My life has been a… Leer más Patterned in Ebony
by Manuela Timofte «I have two sayings: 1. I’d rather be a happy pauper than a wealthy zombie. 2. Never give up on your dreams, and never let anyone tell you you’re not good enough. You can be.» Richard M. Ankers M. Since when do you write? What was an early experience where you learned that language… Leer más Richard M. Ankers – Interview
by Richard M. Ankers There is no other sensation to rival loss. We were born to lose. This is how God made us. Once we acknowledge this most certain of all certainties, learn to accept and cherish it, then loss no longer holds thrall and life becomes a little less relentless. We cry on our… Leer más Of Loss and its Challenges
by Richard M. Ankers Life does not pool. It is not a liquid, as some surmise. Life does not lap upon eternity’s shores, nor froth upon infinity’s endless tides. There is no moving from here to there, no flowing. Life is a solid built of permanent divides. In the permanent, we trust. There are many… Leer más This Extraordinary Divide
by Richard M. Ankers We bickered and bashed, picked and poked. There wasn’t a day when there was a maybe, only ever a no. When your natural reaction is to react, there’s no space for mistakes. Our life was so stuffed with mistakes that we couldn’t have reacted if we’d wanted. There were moments, though.… Leer más Sleeping with the Lies
By Richard M. Ankers The moon eased the sky aside like an iceberg in a midnight sea. Without shores or substance to hinder its passing, it might have drifted forever. How Corrine wished she drifted, too. The old church bell rang in the hour in two identical chimes. An owl hooted the same, as if… Leer más The Silent Raven Calls
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