Michael : Writing

taste

taste

A Poem by Michael


silver screen films and monochromatic pictures stir inside
Synapses

Synapses

A Story by Michael


Another sleepless... well almost.
Demon Lord

Demon Lord

A Poem by Michael


They say there's only one rule in the skies, survival, but how does one follow the rule. There is a sense of justice, a tendency for self-preservatio..
Mirage

Mirage

A Poem by Michael


All the details that seem to make of one's life, what is it really except the bits that form illusions and truisms to one's patterned habits, none are..
The Tailor

The Tailor

A Poem by Michael


charming, clever, frustrating, fascination, and even so personal attributes are never so Jekyll and Hyde.
hotel lounge

hotel lounge

A Story by Michael


what is fantasy? what is reality? what happens when the invisible and intangible lines blur?
eyes only moment

eyes only moment

A Poem by Michael


slow motion journeys seen on the other end of a gun barrel.... call it fantasy seeing it all flash then bang.
Self-Possessed

Self-Possessed

A Story by Michael


nothing makes sense when everything else seems like nonsense
the other life

the other life

A Story by Michael


what is reality, what is fantasy, is there a difference, or do they collide so often that there is not one anymore?
Ace

Ace

A Story by Michael


they used to say brevity is the soul of wit, but what happens when brevity is all that's left when the soul is torn from the inside?

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