“This Ache” by Eric Dean, 2012

(originally published in The Commonline Journal) This ache This fist that fights the swelling in my chest, whose fingers Flex and find the softest depths … more
(originally published in The Commonline Journal) This ache This fist that fights the swelling in my chest, whose fingers Flex and find the softest depths … more
I take care when I say your name. I speak slowly, hold the vowels in my mouth to melt, like candy. Breathe deep… exhale … more
[This poem was first published in issue 9 of The Literary Hatchet. More details HERE] It rises from the boiling black of a lifeless … more
A distant flicker and a bitter breeze Ash with snow Next to the coals, we glow No body for miles, take it slow no lives … more
(originally posted 6-15-12 on The Post Apoc) I think it would be awesome if we had some sort of tanning booth sized laser printer that … more
(originally posted 6-15-12 on The Post Apoc) I’ve always wondered why we don’t install garbage disposals in toilets. It would make sense. It would virtually … more
(originally posted 6-15-12 on The Post Apoc) A friend at work started sitting on a yoga/exercise ball instead of a chair, and immediately began preaching … more
(originally posted 6-15-12 on The Post Apoc) I don’t like that “it’s Friday” has become an acceptable response to “Hey, how are you?” I didn’t ask you … more
(originally posted 6-29-12 on The Post Apoc) My parents raised me to hold doors open when there are people behind me – it’s common courtesy. … more