Rain-blown Streets

"Rain-blown Streets"a poem by Jeremy C Kester Standing above the rain-blown streets,Dry as a passer-by loses hold.A victim of the horrid wind,An umbrella spun inside out.Another just like hers.Then another cornered on the other side.Another,Another and again.One could laugh at this.One after three.People trying to shield from the rain,To be blasted from their defense.And they … Continue reading Rain-blown Streets

Trimming

The other day I was looking at a pile of work. It was stacked high in front of me, almost to a level that I was unable to see beyond it. And with each piece I removed, another two were being added. Sometimes I was able to peel off far more of the pile than … Continue reading Trimming

Soap – a short story

Soapby Jeremy C Kester Each dish moved from the sink over to the drainer. It was a slow, methodical process, but one by one, they each made it over to their mediary destination. A destination they would hold for the short while of drying before being taken to their place in the storage cabinets. One … Continue reading Soap – a short story