she walks like summer rain and just as refreshing clears the clouds from my eyes with her radiant smile bright as the sun walks with poise and grace porcelain skin firmly rooted with each foot fall a laugh like the lightest breeze wafting over me eyes cobalt blue drops frozen sapphire gleaming with intensity moods…
Author: Mitchell Chmielewski
The Sagacity of the Stream
i watched across the water on a bank lined with dying trees rotten roots reaching out beyond the sinking silt – sun bleached dried and eagerly seeking to sate in desperation a thirst unquenched – gnarled fingers poke like porous bones body tilts towards tumbling tide – there’s an island in the center stream receding…
Savage Union
she comes on with predatory grace an ease both elegant and subdued – pheromone trance ensnares the naive youth of a boy fresh eager to please presents himself – savage union rends him stripping him of his dignity and rips him head to toe but he doesn’t know yet – confidence boosts alpha male static…
Impotent and Inadequate
The overwhelming pressure to perform, to impress with rigid self-confidence and vigor. Such oppressive expectations take their toll, disrupting what ordinarily would occur without much coaxing. Flirting with strange images, setting the mood with music and a stiff drink to ease the nerves. All is in place for a fruitful coupling, yet the flow is…
Morning Treat
this morning i had cold brewed coffee and a piece of banana bread for breakfast – i’ve been burbling acidic since then all day through
Self-Portrait
spent the day painting a self-portrait – collected materials arranged the studio mixed the paints and set to work – didn’t use a mirror instead I painted what I saw – using broad strokes let the colors blend into each other like to smear them see how they bleed through – layer it real nice…
Hookah Bar
She sat outside a hookah bar nondescript small place in the center of a low income district sipping ice tea spiked with shots of rum she’d bought for 99 cents a liquor store with bars on the windows – she blew smoke rings that came out like puff balls and ate cheap over-salted curry –…
Amanita
sealed a tomb of modern amenity eggshell white enough to drive a man mad if he sits staring long enough to see his future etched in porous drywall drinking up the paint like a man half dead with dehydration the fumes of his condition poison mind in stagnant air of loneliness even animals know to…
Desert Plum
Drop it all leaving it behind in the back of my mind racing towards the unseen edge of an endless road to possibility the spirit of america calling to me – it’s rasping rotting in the dry heat of a setting southwestern sun – I’ve never taken drugs but I want to watch the world…
Old Wounds Pt. 1
I met her on a dating app, finally reserved to seeking conversation in place of sex. The tedious, critical process of selectively swiping on potential partners reduced to a mindless exercise, apathetically thumbing through profiles while never glancing down at the screen. This had become habitual, more impulse than directed action. Running out of potential…
Piecework Prose 