Twittering Tales: Sleep Eating

Sleep Eating

He opened the refrigerator at 2 am and grabbed a large banana cream pie. He didn’t notice the taste of bitter almond as he scooped the pie up with his hands. Roger was sleep eating again; Trina knew he would go for the pie. She was counting on it.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2019

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Header Photo by NRD at Unsplash

This is an entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #136 – 14 May 2019

Twittering Tales Kat Myrman

Twittering Tales: A Midnight Storm

A Midnight Storm

These dark reflections.

Storm clouds gather on a
midnight tear through
San Francisco.

He wants the storm to last
forever; he wants to be
hidden and faceless: dead
without dying.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2019

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This is an entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #135 – 7 May 2019

Twittering Tales Kat Myrman
Weather Phenomenon, Photo by jplenio at Pixabay.com



For Willow.

#Poetry: Connections

    You have no business

no right to

tell me how I feel.

I do what I must:

I open my eyes and pull

down the sky.

I bleed myself dry.

Here where reality is

brutal and exhausting,

we are connected by lies

and anger —

We are one again.

(c) Rob Goldstein 1984-2019

Poetry: That Muggy August Night

That muggy August
night we waited for
a stranger:

a new boyfriend who
didn’t show.

Momma swore an
threw a stone:

it bounced and
sparked before it
cracked on the
concrete porch–

An momma cried
An momma slapped
An momma bit
An momma snapped–

all because
of that boyfriend
who didn’t show.

(c) Rob Goldstein 1983-2019