Author Archives: Eric Dean

strut and stumble, stuck with hands in pockets, told to toe the line and the words that we’re not speaking, left bird-pecked to wither on … more →

…soft intermittent breath interjects silence sweet sighs slide easily through darkness Stirring. I cease breathing to listen. Subtly, a moist tongue parts and caresses pressed lips. … more →

No intelligible words sugar sifted through wood, walls, and windows one breath of it enough to know that scent. that scent I used to bathe … more →

the sip of the milk left in the cereal bowl, sugar sweet through puckered lips, a fingertip catches rolling drips on olive skin, sigh breathed … more →

My bare skin, uncovered, by the quiet of night. The absence of you in this absence of light, and the cold, peering, hungry, between blinds … 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 →