Ranger Kessel : Writing

September

September

A Poem by Ranger Kessel


Heavy clouds had fallen from their perches in the sky. The sounds of breath panting anxiously for air. Fingers nervously seeking something to touch th..
A Barn

A Barn

A Poem by Ranger Kessel


The smell of rust, gasoline and decay were choking me. That tends to happen when you walk around a decrepit barn. The hooks from the ceiling were call..
Our Time

Our Time

A Poem by Ranger Kessel


I was a fool for your long stocking curl. The way it drooped over your ear and your fingers licked gently into place. It held me in a trance. ..
A Hang Up

A Hang Up

A Poem by Ranger Kessel


She was bleeding from her mouth and eyes but it was her. Dangling from the rafter. Her power suit and briefcase on the table nearby. She didn't ge..
Nothng

Nothng

A Poem by Ranger Kessel


For me there was nothing but the curl of your hair. The way it flopped around anxiously across your forehead. A blonde crescent moon rising and settin..
Silence

Silence

A Poem by Ranger Kessel


Your fragrance of silence lives in me. Tattooed to my being. I wish I heard longing in your pen. Do you remember? Its invasion. At the pa..
Crying

Crying

A Poem by Ranger Kessel


I saw you there. Under the stairs. Black eyed and crying. Straps of your Gown hanging loosely under your Shoulder. The night that went awry. ..
Snowflakes

Snowflakes

A Story by Ranger Kessel


You were laying there motionless in your overstuffed, over pillowed bed for hours. You were curious as to the time, but the alarm clock sat awkwardly ..
Stubble Face

Stubble Face

A Story by Ranger Kessel


There you were at the bus station again. The bus pass you had paid entirely too much money for was clasped in your tight, little fingers like a child ..
An Ad

An Ad

A Story by Ranger Kessel


You read the ad in the local paper: Auction: All bids accepted. Everything must go. Something struck you about that ad. You didn’t know ..

First Page first
Previous Page prev
1