Michael Reisman : Writing

P. S. 198...By Michael

P. S. 198...By Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


On the corner of Albany avenue and Farragut Road in Brooklyn stood a building. It was P. S. 198, the grammar school I once attended so many years ago...
With No Words..by Michael

With No Words..by Michael

A Poem by Michael Reisman


Arms outstretched, then wrapped around each other.A greeting of sorts known as a hug.Feelings that are spoken without moving one's lips.The tightness ..
To Bring It Back..by Michael

To Bring It Back..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


I fell asleep on the subway ride home. It was after a night out of heavy drinking to celebrate the upcoming weekend. "Last stop, everybody off", the v..
Unexpected Catch..by Michael

Unexpected Catch..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


Melanie exited the subway car half asleep from the early morning ride to work. She barely stepped off onto the platform when suddenly the doors behind..
Already There..by Michael

Already There..by Michael

A Poem by Michael Reisman


I awake and the pillow next to me has the scent Of her perfume. She was a bride to be, but was takenAway the day before our wedding five years ago. An..
Alternate Parking..by Michael

Alternate Parking..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


On Beverly's block, alternate side of the street parking was on Tuesday and Thursday. An inconvenience for her to move the car the night before and se..
And So Shall It Be..by Michael

And So Shall It Be..by Michael

A Poem by Michael Reisman


Under the soft blanket we lay next to each other.The winter chill is no longer there.The fireplace of our hugs keeps us smiling and the pillow of our ..
You Must Have Read My Mind..by Michael

You Must Have Read My Mind..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


Sally was missing a salt shaker which she needed for her lunch at a diner she was at. Her head looked to the left and saw one at another's table. Stev..
Wind Chimes..by Michael

Wind Chimes..by Michael

A Poem by Michael Reisman


Wind chimes blew at two o'clock in the afternoon. It coincided with a Saturday kiss from me and My girlfriend on the front porch of my house..
"Halloween Harriet"..by Michael

"Halloween Harriet"..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman


She peeked from around a tree in front of my house. A magic wand waved and then she jumped out and said "happy Halloween". It was my grammar school sw..