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Moon in the morning sky

A Poem by Relic

I saw him last night,a full face,festive and glowing. This morning,he was out early.He looked weary,pale, and hungover.His collar turned up,covering ..

This too shall pass.

A Poem by Relic

This too shall passAutumn fields with chestnuts strewn,Resound October's chilly tune,Spreading down through dirt and grain,Touching roots of sugar can..

For All I Know...

A Poem by Relic

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I''ve said helloTo those I pass,But none can do the same.~And though I knowWe're a different class,To each I cannot blame.~Perhaps toda..

Passing today on yesterday's path

A Poem by Relic

My words mean little.They are the dust particlesof past thoughts and past ideaswritten down in the moment;mere snapshots in life’sspiral noteboo..

A Tree Poem

A Poem by Relic

Those mighty trees that spread their armswere once as tall as you.And none have felt the sweeping strokesof what a saw could do.Yet underneath those s..

Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming.

A Poem by Relic

Inside a laundromat's luminous, sleepy window,among the low-pitched, hypnotizing humof stainless steel washers and dryers,he sits in his usual dull gr..

Fame

A Poem by Relic

When you’ve been markedand filed awayand blades of grass replace legionsof euphoric fans,the only unfettered applause leftwill be the rustling o..

The Empty Red Seat

A Story by Relic

I remember rain tapping at the diner window. The smooth white table we sat at held ketchup, salt, and her mournful face cradled in the palm of her ha..

"The ghost train."

A Story by Relic

My name is Glen Harper. When it comes to exercise, I love to walk. I've developed a routine that I do every day, and Ridgecrest Road, near where I li..

The Horrifying Nightmares

A Story by Relic

Extracted from a poem.