Nicholas Shea : Writing

The Ripper

The Ripper

A Poem by Nicholas Shea


The Ripper Is it wine or blood that flows Into this cup of mine? I cannot tell I've drained them all, The bottles and the rinds The sounds a..
My Fire

My Fire

A Poem by Nicholas Shea


Oh mistress mystery Dancing as both shadow and flame Delicious delights unwavering, untamed. Secrets beyond the soul revealed Little whispers del..
Writer's Block

Writer's Block

A Poem by Nicholas Shea


My trade my craft my blistered path Alone I find my way. I've come in first I've come in last I've never found my place But still I writeI'm up all ni..
Spiders Steam and Smoke

Spiders Steam and Smoke

A Story by Nicholas Shea


She is alone in a motel room lit by red light bulbs. It's sweltering in the room.Her skin glistens withsweat.Her clothes are sticking to her. She take..
Darkness

Darkness

A Story by Nicholas Shea


dark·ness. NOUN 1.the partial or total absence of light.
Playing with Words

Playing with Words

A Poem by Nicholas Shea


This is just experimental. I don't know if I like it yet.
Fairest Love

Fairest Love

A Poem by Nicholas Shea


Beating heart on ocean wind doth shine Oh will fairest love ever be mine? O'er the wing of youngest bird doth fly Spirit of greenest earth, bluest ..
Convalescence

Convalescence

A Story by Nicholas Shea


When time comes between two lovers, they must fight to reclaim their fire.
Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire

A Poem by Nicholas Shea


Just for fun.
Sky

Sky

A Poem by Nicholas Shea


Shehasstarry eyes Slowly pirouettes as ourlight dies Draped In Gold andSapphireBut thenit'sCoalShe pretendsthe pressure doesn't get her, but we all kn..

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