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Crowley : Writing

Unprepared

Unprepared

A Poem by Crowley


He hated that tidings of war crashed the night owl’s party with grim news of certain death But even the most inebriated deserved to know about ..
Sisters

Sisters

A Story by Crowley


The handsome man sat between the two sisters at the bar. He was wiry, muscled like freighters usually were, all that lifting and moving. He drank a ..
Whole Again

Whole Again

A Poem by Crowley


I saw the trouble on the horizon.A small black speck, a horseman, featureless and small.As it drew closer, I didn’t know if it was a conscript..
Birthing  a Savior

Birthing a Savior

A Poem by Crowley


Her pinpoint voiceAn infants noiseFlew past my life at four thirtyOn labor day, nineteen eighty twoHer now enormous wordsAn inspiration to the worldWe..
Last Summer

Last Summer

A Poem by Crowley


When telling a tale, the embellishment adds cohesionThe longer the time between the story and the revelationThe more structure you can see working in ..
Panda

Panda

A Poem by Crowley


You called me Panda last week and it stuckI'm sure everything you say sticksThat aura is resplendent and unavoidableEven the most hardened can't help ..
Hope and Polishing My Manuscript

Hope and Polishing My Manuscript

A Story by Crowley


Entering a negotiated contract with your muse is dicey at best. Actually, sitting at a table across from your muse may be even worse. It’s lik..
Queen of Summer Stock

Queen of Summer Stock

A Poem by Crowley


Once she was a queen of Summer StockTwo seconds later she was an actress of a different kindScoring turned into a sport where life hangs in the balanc..
Charlie

Charlie

A Poem by Crowley


Can you hear the cicada's Charlie?It was the trees and the breeze, and the thunderCharlie did Charlie things and never looked upHis wisp of gray hair ..
Silent Street

Silent Street

A Poem by Crowley


Shining, shining like a new lover’s skin on a cold Boston morning The day coalesced into nothing short of a miracle, do miracles blaze? The s..