Point of No Return by Robert B. Moreland
When the piercing pain inside overshadows the fear of death, it’s easier to step into the unthinkable. Depression’s dark tendrils blind reason, serotonin depleted, amygdale’s protective fear forgotten. Impulse removes…
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Ghosts
Asphalt bubbles punctuate US-12, prairie expanse stretches blurred amber miles. State map with square blocked counties can’t capture the lone tree on the horizon as a…
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Tuesday Night, Foxy Lady Lounge
Ravenous eyes trace her from head to toe, they linger on the fullness of her breasts. Catlike whispers salacious, oh they wish; wet dreams to use…
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April Showers
I love you naked skin on skin, radiating warmth; spooning together, holding your breasts that overflow from my cupped hands. Spring rain falls gently thunder growls…
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Plea for the Unborn
They melded, two as one, height of passion, a million swimming tadpoles rushing there… First skewering zona pellucida; a soul, new life is born, of love…
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The Good Son
First born. It seems a heavy load to bear when not one thing he does turns his father’s head. Soon the vicious cycles begin where if…