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My Angel, My Dream..by Michael

A Poem by Michael Reisman

A butterfly with powdered wings lands on my shoulder.It's antennae kisses my cheek. A firefly sneaks into my bedroom while I sleep and lights up my pi..

Of How We First Met..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman

The warm coziness of the indoor bar was interrupted once again. Outside was the only refuge us smokers had on that cold December evening. Drinks were ..

A Wax Museum..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman

Elaine was a big fan of old time favorite celebrities, especially the ones from Hollywood movies of days gone by. She did some research and found a we..

Waitress Wendy..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman

After a night out at the local bar, William decided to stop at a diner on the way home. It was time to sober up with some coffee followed by his favor..

Memory Of A Napkin..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman

In the mid 60's I went to a friends birthday party. It was held in the basement of his parents home as he just turned 17. I knew some of the people th..

Road Work Ahead..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman

Benny was on the way to his brother who just bought his first new home in another city. Five miles to go, when he saw a sign on the highway "Road Work..

Two Red Ripe Tomatoes

A Story by Michael Reisman

Bob moved back to his old neighborhood where he grew up as a kid. It was quite amazing that it was on the exact same block as the real estate agent sh..

Old Fashioned Gentleman..by Michael

A Poem by Michael Reisman

The words please and thank you never left myVocabulary. I am still an old fashioned gentleman.A chair will always be pulled up for youAnd so shall I o..

Let The Party Begin..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman

The D J stood in front of the microphone and said "Let The Party Begin". It was New Years Eve at a local club that night in 1978. Most of the music th..

Substitute Teacher..by Michael

A Story by Michael Reisman

Dorothy sat in her usual front row seat on the last day of class before college graduation. It also happened to be her favorite subject of fashion des..