Nectar & the Tonality of Sex
"There's a river in France called Touch... I'd hoped to have seen you there with your hands spread Memories of…
Author: Erik Moshe
Erik Moshe is an aspiring lyricist from Hollywood, Florida. His book shelf may get dusty at times, but he finds it okay, since the universe is dusty and it can be quite eventful. He recently finished a poetry collection about robotics and the future. Find him at TheCentersphere.yolasite.com where he weaves words in unconventional, bizarre fashion.
A Tale of Samarkand
"It's so dark, where am I?" came her words of distress Miriam wasn't supposed to be blind It was a…
An Unveiling
Cynthia, you should really try being yourself if you intend to succeed This projection of being an impeccable tease is…
The Portrait of Dr. Cenotaph
The soul's departure from the body is prearranged; a token of gratitude for hosting the rabble, ruse and giving toasts…
Abandoning a Warlord for Dummies
One of the car bombs peeled the lawn, then the smog cleared up Anton stood palmin' a beer mug, molotov…
Even sand can be frozen in time
Why does the hierarchy matter so? Calico adage flows down from prose addled with salvaged bones and an amber glow…
A Portrait of Sri Lanka
I’m unsteady, the bloodletting is tongue stretching Picture a slum setting, unkempt with a rough heading Tribes get involved, when…
Not Another Apocalypse Biopsy
Pollen decays, it's what it's meant to do we thought the mortar within Solomon's Gate inseparable Destructive tendencies followed a…
Boom
Wish I could've went to Stonehenge to find what the ancient corpses dug up I hear they're trying to resurrect…
Origami Boy
He was a mindful youth, a far cry from the silver spoonfed Aryan cupboard “It’s off to the ovens for…