Spring Crush (Poem)

Oliver Robbins   Heat clings to my jacket, Its touch running down my neck. Kissing the back of my neck— I feel it. Rapid heart beats As sunflowers and sundresses walk by. Red lip stick, smeared at the corners. Clicking heels on pavement. I feel it. A hopeful glance? A whirlwind romance like the television…

Light of the Eyelid (Poem)

Oliver Robbins   My eyes kept shut to keep the light out. I wish I could turn away, Hiding under the blankets, as you checkout— Leaving your mark on our day.   The shapes and small flickers of light Masquerading through my imagination projected on my eyelids. Veins, taught with blood, racking my mind regretting…

Big Post of Prompts

Tell a story, with the beginning line “It was the perfect lift-off” Write a story about the house on Maple Street. Start a story with the line “There’s no other witnesses, just us two.” Include this line in a story: “Then the clouds opened and alight shone down on that exact spot” Design and describe…

The Green Seat (Poem)

The Green Seat Oliver Robbins   Past the tavern with lobster like tourists, Past the steel drums hyping the vats of coconut oil frying shrimp, The azure sea gently flows past the dock. Neon green threads of algae sway in the ocean’s tidal dance. The mangroves hiding their barracuda fry. Squid at the dark corners…

Angel of Clockwork (Poem)

Angel of Clockwork Oliver Robbins   Time, Flowing in fluid grains Thick like a muddy childhood Or nostalgia. Fleshless hands Pose, stop, repeat. Brilliant sapphires, luminous stare— Breaking the aged sunbeam And dust. Hundreds of teeth chatter and clink, Spring wind spiraling into infinity. Ceaseless Ker-chuk, ker-chuk, Rattles a green copper frame. Gears enough to…