I started several stories last week, but was able to finish only one, which is now eagerly awaiting its second rejection from an online magazine. And despite the fact this poem wasn’t written inspired by the flaming stare I give the screen every time a “thanks, but no thanks” email lands in my mailbox, I like to think of it as multi-faceted enough to fit such occasions.

Just replace “lust” with “dread” and you get the picture.



Look for the light inside these eyes

search for the flame behind them

that simmering glow

of Lust disguised

will tell you tales of wonder

It pierced through dark

and cut like knives

it broke through walls of thunder

This fire is fierce

it burns and thrives

this Fire

will bring you under

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