Altverse Stories

The forensic evidence left by a murderer, in almost correct haiku syllables.

The surprise of the unexpected. The out of field catch. Caught in the act. Not a silk glove but a leather one. My old Spalding fielders glove. The hitting pattern is alw...

Haiku, for a sorry soccer game. Gone forever. No more playing on this board. Close the game by folding it up and put it back in its box.

The change of our house's backyard from a desolate plaque of concrete into a garden.

Finally there's someone who stands up against the filth and disgust that fills the front pages and back alleys of platforms like twitter and facebook. I wonder what thes...

The outcast feeling of being rejected in general, the hurt it brings and how it is enlarged under the electron microscopes of our anti-social media. If only the Mark Zuc...

A goodbye for ever.

The come back of devour on the edge of a knife.

The inexcusable way people who aren't tested and die from CoViD-19 and therefore aren't accounted for in the statistics, is heart wrenching, cold, calculating. Meanwhile...

The inflammation infected all the way into the White House, where the piss stained prick could only admit to his very incompetence and get the load of his very own words...

Another etymology of the word responsible, response-able, or the avoidance from responsibility. None of us can be excluded in this equation, and certainly not those who...

Illusion cheats on our eyes, as it does with the virtual perception. An illusion isn't virtual, although the virtual can be an illusion. It's not the threshold between u...

No matter what, the lawlessness will meet its end. This time demanding transparency beyond all the veils of power. Let justice speak for everyone, not just for the happy...

When people say their freedoms are at stake they refer foremost to things like going to beaches, concerts, celebrations. Most cases mentioned are social gatherings where...

The blessing of our eyes as observers of beauty seeing art in what we pass by everyday and wouldn't cherish if it weren't for true friends who share such a gift.

A short fable poem about a cat who stands through a number of storms.

The reverberating cut in the soft tissue under the skin.

Does a Bronx cheer really need an introduction?

Now that the covid peak is assumed to be reached quarantines are loosened, lines are lost. This pandemic will stay with us for a long time, a time in which we all have t...

The omnipresent state of division. The haves who cannot have any more, crave to obtain all, nothing left for the have nots, who have nothing, nothing to lose but their f...