Michael Reisman : Writing

An Act Of Kindness..by Michael

An Act Of Kindness..by Michael

A Poem by Michael Reisman


Holding a door for someone or pulling up their chair, An act of kindness. Helping the elderly cross the street Will bring the same smile to ..
The Edge Of Daylight..by Michael

The Edge Of Daylight..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


The edge of daylight peeked through her bedroom window at sunrise one Saturday morning. Caroline rubbed her eyes and slowly made her way into the ..
Summer Rain..by Michael

Summer Rain..by Michael

A Poem by Michael Reisman


Summer rain felland washed the plants and flowers. They grew and flourished beneath the warm sun as they Slept through the evening hours unde..
The Blender..by Michael

The Blender..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


Looking back, Steven remembered a favorite place he used to go to in his high school years. It was a small but cozy place that served breakfast an..
You Never Forget..by Michael

You Never Forget..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


You never forget your first love. For me it all started at a birthday party I was invited to by my high school friend Michael H. In the basement of hi..
A Whisper And A Word..by Michael

A Whisper And A Word..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


Sometimes less really means so much more. Margaret met Jonathan on a long line waiting to get into a movie theater one Saturday night. They stood ..
Losing This, Gaining That..by Michael

Losing This, Gaining That..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


Maria went to a high school reunion as the forty year old was wheeled into the entrance by a friend of hers. A car accident from her freshman year..
From One Large Pie..by Michael

From One Large Pie..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


On those cold winter months every Friday was aritual when I ordered one large pie for me and the girlfriend. Sometimes with extra cheese, sometime..
Golden Slippers And Powdered Wings..by Michael

Golden Slippers And Powdered Wings..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


The kitchen radio would play and five year old Samantha would dance around the floor. Her little feet and hands were so synchronized to the music ..
Follow The Whispers..by Michael

Follow The Whispers..by Michael

A Poem by Michael Reisman


Whispers tell us where to go and what to do. A silent guide of the inner voice which helps To choose our path. Maybe intuition, maybe a Guar..