His fingers tampered with the remote control, Evading the humiliation of calling for aid. Each pressed button twinged his fragile thumb,...

Age three. with gangly legs like a doe you bounded down hearing Mommy’s voice calling to you from the driveway sticky juice fingers...

For the first few years of my twenties, I have felt a great need (but stronger), a pull (but stronger), an urgency to escape to the sea....

Pink Leather slowly turning grey, worn by years of pirouettes on shiny, hardwood floors. Tights run from continued use, strings pulling...

Airport Fridays In deep fall Where lives end and begin Over warm cappuccinos And chestnut colored laughter In eyes that smile...

Maybe the moth in fact hates to fly- a maddened relief when landing, until a vicious wind seers it back up on it's inefficient wings....

One hit opens your third eye. Three hits closes your first two. One hundred flowers bloomed in June, & were pressed between pages of...

-A Pulmonary Tease(is the person who wrote this piece but not necessarily the name of the narrator.) #SamuelPayne #poetry #20172018

My grandfather gave me a Lou Gherig’s Machine which was a lot less fun than the Rube Goldberg Machine that my aunt got May in March even...

The one with the tiny tree with red lights on it And icicles forming on its gutters…] Inside we are bundled in our beds. The snow outside...