Crowley : Writing

Hope and Polishing My Manuscript

Hope and Polishing My Manuscript

A Story by Crowley


Entering a negotiated contract with your muse is dicey at best. Actually, sitting at a table across from your muse may be even worse. It’s lik..
Queen of Summer Stock

Queen of Summer Stock

A Poem by Crowley


Once she was a queen of Summer StockTwo seconds later she was an actress of a different kindScoring turned into a sport where life hangs in the balanc..
Charlie

Charlie

A Poem by Crowley


Can you hear the cicada's Charlie?It was the trees and the breeze, and the thunderCharlie did Charlie things and never looked upHis wisp of gray hair ..
Silent Street

Silent Street

A Poem by Crowley


Shining, shining like a new lover’s skin on a cold Boston morning The day coalesced into nothing short of a miracle, do miracles blaze? The..
My Time

My Time

A Poem by Crowley


It's my time, I am in the basement shredding old habitsWhat grows out of uncertainty is a seed planted in eroded soilsNew root structure and constant ..
Out of Focus

Out of Focus

A Poem by Crowley


Once, on the horizon, there were trees, sunsets and mountains, now it’s a black line It is hard to see when the only vantage point is two..
Fifteen Minutes

Fifteen Minutes

A Poem by Crowley


Helping yourself is the hard part
On the Square

On the Square

A Poem by Crowley


See you there!
Spiders

Spiders

A Poem by Crowley


You drank cranberry juice like it was going out of style I chewed fruit stripe gum and bitched how the flavor faded too fast We were afraid of s..
Solitary

Solitary

A Poem by Crowley


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