Michael Reisman : Writing

Subtle Signs..by Michael

Subtle Signs..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


The loneliness crept in like shadows after sunset by a front door. It was in the corner of my bedroom where a cricket rubbed its legs together as ..
Between Two Trees..By Michael

Between Two Trees..By Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


Barry invited twenty five guests to his outdoor barbeque. It was in a huge backyard behind his home. There were enough tables, chairs, food and dr..
Most Significant Toast Of All..by Michael

Most Significant Toast Of All..by Michael

A Poem by Michael Reisman


We click glasses together and say cheers. Mostly on special occasions like Christmas and New Years Eve. Weddings included. Sometimes it may..
So The Time Is Right..by Michael

So The Time Is Right..by Michael

A Poem by Michael Reisman


A place and a location may sometime Trigger a fond memory. Something we used to do or go That made us happy to be there. Usually it was fro..
A Special Email..by Michael

A Special Email..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


Roberta and Ruth were identical twins, something very special which establishes a really close bond with sisters. They seemed to read each others ..
Reserved For Beverly And Bob..by Michael

Reserved For Beverly And Bob..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


There was something Beverly spotted in one of the aisles of the drug store she was shopping in. It was in a green bottle and she remembered it a..
A Vial Of Tears..by Michael

A Vial Of Tears..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


For some strange reason unknown to me, I decided to save my tears. A small vial with asecure cap was kept with me at all times wherever I went. It..
Bed Of Dreams..by Michael

Bed Of Dreams..by Michael

A Poem by Michael Reisman


She brushes her hairin the reflection of a moonlit lake. A paddle gently rubs the water as the canoe Slowly reaches the shore. Her cabin await..
And A Childhood Friend..by Michael

And A Childhood Friend..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


Teresa grew up with a favorite doll. It was not only a childhood toy, but a playmate and someone to talk to. Those things were very real back then..
Spoons, Stirrers, And Straws..by Michael

Spoons, Stirrers, And Straws..by Michael

A Poem by Michael Reisman


Hot soup keeps us warm in winter, while cold drinks keep Us cool in summer. A spoon in one season, a stirrer and a Straw in another. The hum..